1. لِتَبكِ أَبا سَمعانَ أَطّاطَةُ الضُحى

    إِلى الكَرمِ مِرزامٌ رِواءُ جِرارُها

    Let the waterwheel that creaks at midmorning weep for Abu Sam‘an,

    Gushing toward the vineyard, its jars brimming.