Someone once asked me how old I was,
having seen my advanced age turning to gray at my temples
and in the locks along my forehead.
I answered, "One hour. For verely, I count the time I have lived for nothing"
He replied, "What do you mean? Explain.
Here is indeed the most moving of things"
I said : "One day, by surprise, I stole a kiss, a secret kiss,
from her who has my heart.
However many days may number, I shall count only that brief moment,
for it was truly my entire life"
Ibn Hazm
Andalusian Writer (994-1064)
Tawq al-Hamama (The Dove's Neck Ring)