"And from the atmosphere of the Diwan...
Always willing to enter
You don't come unless the door is locked
Hanger
Every day you wear my clothes
But I don't smell her
As I always do
With my little brother
A verse of poetry on the north
asked another house on the right
What were we?
Not a few lost letters
What brought us here?
And we built a house
It continues to affect human beings
Inside the chicken
He has a rooster in his hand
She told him too
You are not embarrassed by yourself
Inside it
And bring a person with you..."