Poems
- ثلاثة أشياء فروح مضاعةThree things—and so a soul is squandered;
- سأقضي بقرب الدار نحبي على أسىI shall meet my death near the dwelling, in sorrow
- ما بال عيني أسلبت عبراتهاWhat ails my eye, that it has shed its tears—
- وكان لنا أصدقاء مضواAnd we had friends who passed away.
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