In The Quarter Poem by Maymun Ibn Qays Al a'sha

In the quarter are those who like us to meet and long for it,
And others who showed enmity and are angry.
If I forget some things, I don't forget her saying
"Perhaps distance after parting will be close"
Nor do I forget a smooth cheek tears shedding over it
Fingertips, tinted like the fringe of damask
Nor a glass of wine like the cockerel's eye, whose sharpness I took early
With faithful friends, while bells were ringing.