Poems
- ألا سائل الركبان هل طل لعلعAh, ask the riders: has La‘la‘ been touched by dew,
- لله دولاب يدور بسلسلHow wondrous a waterwheel turning in sweet, flowing water,
- ومخيط حار فيه وصفيAnd a needle that baffled my powers of description,
- ومهفهف يجري بصفحة خدهAnd a slender youth—there flows across his cheek
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