Light lyrical poetry Model 1: Abd al-Hamid al-Kafawi Kandura (1) O Khalil of time, O majestic one, your silence is stubborn And O Khalil of crowning, your sun has risen for my garment And O Khalil of intoxication, your trials are repeated (B) The scattered thorn bush planted in the middle of the thorny acacia No bird, no dove, no young bird lays eggs on it The mosque of the Aleppo sandal tree, with its flowing water (C) Like the pilgrimage of the land, I left it, and they praised it The house that the Simhatun of Al-Nawa shortened You hold onto gentleness and do not possess strength (D) O my master Al-Hasan and O my master Othman And O the origin of the celestial sphere whose tail has risen in knowledge Today, O lion of the building, the one who splits the stone has appeared (E) Where is the one whose all is high and whose pillow is intoxicating? Where is the one from whose chest the sandal tree is a strong scent? Where is the one whose mother resided in the dwelling of the cherished and the light?

(W) I fear for my sustenance - 112 -Drinking water that is drunk does not justify the one who gives us to drink If you say beauty is beauty, it is beautiful If you say origin, it is the lineage of our ancestors So his chest is my garment Do not turn to me with this deceit Model 2: Abd al-Hamid al-Kafawi Kandura O pure flower, without you we cannot be happy *** The pearl is like a metaphor, and I am the one who cherishes its interpretation *** I asked, and they told me you are traveling and did not visit me for the first time *** And you left me, the one who praises you with sadness *** May the train that carried you bring you back, so you can show me your praises *** Abd al-Hamid sang for you, if only you would come for the henna Model 3: Abd al-Hamid al-Sharifi Kandura The breeze blew and brought me good scent From the direction of the moist branch Sick, my drum is beating, I am getting better The poison is from the departure of the beloved *** - 113 -