The lover entered the garden of her house in Jerusalem where her love resides. All the flowers turned into nets encircling her steps. She laughed and said, 'Do I have to sew a different dress for each flower again?' Yesterday, when I met her, the night whispered in my ears: 'The fragrance is a son of the rose, yet it is born young.'

Publishing house: Dar Al Saqi for Publishing and Distribution

Number of Pages: 112

Year of publication: 2012