We Praise Like Frogs, Swear Like Frogs,

O Sultan, My Master, If My Clothes Are Ripped And Torn It Is Because Your Dogs With Claws Are Allowed To Tear Me.

Some Are Like The Moon, Good Looking, But Only When They're Away From You.

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'

Our Enemies Did Not Cross Our Borders They Crept Through Our Weaknesses Like Ants.

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.