ﺳﻴﺪﺗﻲ ... ﻳﺎ ﺍﺣﻠﻰ ﻣﻦ ﻭﻃﻦ
ﻳﺎ ﻃﻔﻠﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺩﺭﺑﻲ ﻗﺪ ﻟﻌﺒﺖ
ﺑﺪﻣﻰ ﺻﻐﻴﺮﺓ ﻣﻦ ﺧﺸﺐ
ﻭﻣﻨﺎﺩﻳﻞ ﺑﺮﻳﺢ ﺍﻟﻌﻨﺒﺮ
ﻭﻛﺒﺮﺕ... ﺻﺮﺕ ﺑﻴﻀﺎﺀ
ﻛﺎﻟﻤﺮﻣﺮ...
ﻋﺸﻘﺖ ﺍﻟﻠﺤﻦ ﻭﺍﻟﻄﺮﺏ
ﻭﺣﻤﻠﺖ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﻟﻠﻐﺮﻕ ...
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ ﻭﻣﺎ ﻋﻨﺪﻱ
ﺯﻭﺭﻕ ...
ﻭﺷﺮﺍﻋﻲ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻣﻦ ﺛﻮﺏ
ﻧﺴﺠﺘﻪ ﻟﻲ ﺃﻣﻲ ...
ﻋﺸﻘﻚ ... ﺻﺎﺭ ﻣﺪﺭﺳﺔ
ﺻﺎﺭ ﺍﺣﻠﻰ ﻣﻦ ﻭﻃﻨﻲ...
ﻓﻜﺘﺒﺖ ﻋﻨﻚ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭﻱ. .
ﻣﻸﺕ ﺑﻬﺎ ﺍﻛﺜﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻓﺘﺮ...
ﻗﺼﺎﺋﺪ ﺣﺒﻠﻰ ﺑﺎﻟﻌﺸﻖ ...
ﻓﻲ ﻭﺻﻒ ﺣﺒﻚ ﺳﻴﺪﺗﻲ ..
ﺣﺒﻚ ﻓﻠﺴﻔﺘﻲ....
ﻭﻣﻌﺘﻘﺪﻱ...
ﻛﺒﺮﺕ ...ﻭﻻﺯﻟﺖ...
ﻓﻲ ﺷﻌﺮﻱ ﻃﻔﻠﺔ ...
ﺗﺤﻤﻞ ﻓﻲ ﻳﺪﻫﺎ ...
ﺩﻣﻴﺔ ﻣﻦ ﺧﺸﺐ...
ﻛﺒﺮﺕِ ﻭﻋﻨﺪﻱ ﻣﺎﺯﻟﺖ
ﺯﻭﺭﻗﻲ ﺫﺍﻙ ﺍﻟﻤﺼﻨﻮﻉ ...
ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻮﺭﻕ