Idul Fitri, Jakarta Selatan, August 2013 Selamat Idul Fitri August 20, 2013 in Indonesia From The Poem of Imru-Ul-QuaisStop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the edge of the sandy desert between Dakhool and Howmal.The traces of her encampment are not wholly obliterated even now;For when the Sonth wind blows the sand over them the North wind sweeps it away.The courtyards and enclosures of the old home have become desolate;The dung of the wild deer lies there thick as the seeds of pepper.On the morning of our separation it was as if I stood in the gardens of our tribe,Amid the acacia-shrubs where my eyes were blinded with tears by the smart from the bursting pods of colocynth.As I lament thus in the place made desolate, my friends stop their camels;They cry to me "Do not die of grief; bear this sorrow patiently."Nay, the cure of my sorrow must come from gushing tears.Yet, is there any hope that this desolation can bring me solace ?
