Three Verses

1

A R EPLY

Your letter came, and, I declare,
My longing it expresses quite;
Methinks my heart was standing by
Dictating to you what to write.

2

A C URSE

My curse on Sa'id for a bore,
On all his ancestors of yore,
His sons and grandsons evermore!

3

A N O FFER

I have a little bit of fish,
And I've a crust of bread, which I
Have made of whitest flour; I wish
To give them both in charity!
They will impart a zest, you'll find,
To anything that comes behind.
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Beha-din Zoheir
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