All four corners of the Ghúta are muddy
Song
All four corners of the Ghita are muddy, ; In the middle a pair of doves landed. ; That too landed in the middle, ; To lure its mate to the edge. ; ; But I would like to go into the temple, ; When my lover takes me to swear. ; I would listen to him, to see if he denies it from his heart, ; I would ask him if he does not fear God.