It is from the quiet and secluded scene of beauty found in the Arabian court-garden that Arabic poetry traces its beginnings.

It is a place to ponder on worlds within worlds.

That's not much to pay to gain admission to an earthly paradise. And who would not want to dwell for a little while in a place that conjures up images of a thousand and one Arabian nights?

And medecine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.

To feel greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural
Beauty, is the sole business of poetry.
The rest's diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas,
The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all