Flirting the Egyptian way...

When I was walking in the lady first yesterday, I saw a piece of religion of girl, and she was egg and sweet.

I said, "O' earth, keep what on you. A hundred evenings on your eyes O' beautiful."

She said: "Poison."

To which I replied: "Poison from your hand is poisonpoison O' moon."

She shouted at me: "Yes, yes, your mother soul. Do you remember me one of them? Collect yourself, or I'll collect the street on you, O' Ashraf."

The girl entered my brain.

I said to her: "You are right on me. It shows on you, you are a daughter of the people. I want you on the book of God and his prophet. I write my book on you tonight."

She laughed at me and said, "On your slow, Ashraf, on your slow. Write the book in one piece? Won't you talk on me first?

Drunk with love, I shouted: "I die in the cream, O' thousand white mornings. I'm going to talk on you right now."