حَمّامُنا كَعَجوزٍ

يَشقى بِهِ الوارِدُ

Our pigeon is like an old woman

Who brings misery to the visitor

فَبَيتٌ لَهُ مُنتِنٌ

وَبَيتٌ لَهُ بارِدُ

Her house reeks

And her abode is cold