Adraish: Our Streets Are Like Combed Wool... (Al-Fahaheel and Al-Sabahia, for example)

He’s paralyzed, he’s incapacitated, it’s a twisted tale,

And the rain dyes him with murky, adulterated hue.

And “Al-Sabahiyah” vanishes, the light is gone,

Walking on a path strewn with scattered mines!

You pay, yet you’re not even burdened with any cost,

In a day or two, he returns disheveled and unruly.

Would that someone threw his life away while he was still alive,

A street smoothed out like a carpet, laid out neatly.

Our dreams have become like a single drop of water,

Once an ocean—the vastest ocean—and now ended in nothing!