Love of Ibn Abi Rabia and his poetry

Ibn Abi Rabi'ah was not one of those who, when a loved one was absent from him, began to cry for him and long for him. This is the path of the grief-stricken poets, whose hearts were forever their helpers, and whose souls were their adversaries. These are the needy in the world of love, and the deprived in the state of youth, those who see Beauty is a shadowy shade, and then they are unable to comprehend what it has of its vast shadows. Those are the ones who envy the shackles on the corners, and the knots in the graves, and how? Ibn Abi Rabi'ah would be like them, poor in his poetry, and was he poor in his love? Or how can he describe the crying and tears, when his soul did not feel pain, nor did his eyes shed tears? A dimension of humiliation even in love? Damn the poor even in love!
The author succeeded in portraying Ibn Abi Rabia and representing his life, so that it is as if you are seeing him.