A Short Night

A lover who bade you farewell has bidden farewell to patience;
what he entrusted to you of his secret is now noised abroad.
He gnashes his teeth in regret that he did not
add more steps to those he took when he saw you off.
O brother of the full moon in splendor and in radiance,
God keep the hour that brought you forth!
If my night grows long after you — ah, how often
I lay complaining of the night's shortness with you.

Wallada

And among her sayings:

I, by God, am fit for the heights,
and I walk my own walk, and glory in my pride.
I let my lover reach my lips to kiss them,
and I grant my kiss to whoever craves it!