SONG BEFORE THE BRIDEGROOM[[69]]
Be happy, cousin, at sight of thee fled my trouble;
Be happy, owner of the ṭarbûsh, be jealous of our wealth.
Be happy, thou with the ample drawers, and jealous of our gold.
“O uncle,” said Ghâlyeh, the costly bride,
“I’ll marry none but the Bedawy with his tilted head-dress;
The one who at noonday threshes in the face of the Arabs.”[[70]]
Cut and be cut, O pomegranate, the water flows in the orchard.
She came to the garden which is full of pomegranates.
SONG BEFORE THE BRIDE[[71]]