For Christmas, my middle sister gifted me a book called The Gift by Hafiz, a Persian poet from the 1300s.
Here's my favorite poem in the book:
THIS ONE IS MINE
You on a slave block
And the unreal bought
Now I keep coming to your owner
"This one is mine."
You often overhear us talking
And this can make your heart leap
I will not let sadness
I will gladly borrow all the gold
To get you