حصريّا لأوتار I have a house of reeds Whenever the wind enters it. It sings. It's roof is feathers and straw. It's floor is of goats skin and I also have a stove of clay It's fire is my garden and I feel like crying because I have lost all those things. َبيتٌ ِمنْ قَصَّبْ ليّ بيتٌ منْ قَصبْ ، كُلَمّا دَخَلَتْهُ الريح غَنى، سَقفُهُ رِيشٌ وَقَش، جِلدُ ماعِزٍ أرضُهُ، وَليّ مَوقِدٌ ِمن طِين، نارُهُ حَديقَتي، وَليّ رَغبَةٌ في البُكاء، لأني فَقَدتُ كلّ تِلكَ الأشياء