We all accepted the wolf, not the one who is arrogant. The two ministers, the two ships, the cliff. The two camels, people differ. The lovers' confusion in the souk. And her daughter, they reached the shoulder's origin. My origin is the separation, it is not recognized.

The two ministers, the healer. The two camels, the past. My heart was healed by your eyes. And my path was ignited by fire. And the two happy ones healed him.

Model Four: Abdul Hamid Al-Sharafi Kandoura My boat passed by, O my boat. To the islands of Tartus, the gazelle. My boat passed by, O my people. My boat passed by, my blood is like spears. My boat passed by, your ride is like a camel. My boat passed by, O people of Qais.

Model Five: Ali Al-Hassan Al-Tبيب, around 70 years old. (1) The bamboo rejoices in a standing companion. It heals by day and is roasted by night in its saliva. The best of the soldiers of the palm tree, and the music of the lute. Like the English army, no truth shines for it.

(b) O my prey, my words have ended. And you brought (100) according to the law, you are hesitant. If it was new, my eyes opened my insight.

(c) What is the night, you say it is day? And the morning broke among the flowers. I complain, I say, O night... O day. And O you who put it among the flowers. ---What happened between us and what he did. The river flowed. The one outside the wall. Now the lion throws the scattered one.

(d) (e) (f) He was imprisoned and grew old, and they did not let him be free. The captive on his chest, God's relief is studded.

I came sending you the separation. In the path, my saying is not two. Poison is fire, and poison is the son of the strong. They said my heart, and it did not move. I said, and from then on, O tender one.