Bring sleep soft and sweet
Upon your white wings!
For Hassan the pet
And his mother who sings!

The apples of Damascus are noted throughout Syria, though we should
regard them as very poor fruit:

What's he like? If any ask us,
Flowers and apples of Damascus;
Apples fragrant on the tray,
Roses sweet with scent of May.

Laia says that the next one is sung by the Druze women to their baby
boys:

I love you, I prize you, and for you I wish,
A hundred oak trees in the valley;
A hundred blood mares all tied in the court,
And ready for foray or sally.
Mount your horse, fly away, with your scarf flowing free,
The chiefs of the tribe will assemble;
Damascus, Aleppo, and Ghutah beside,
At the sound of your coming will tremble.

Nejmeh says that the Bedawin women who come to Safita, her native place,
often sing the following song:

Come little Bedawy, sit on my lap,
Pretty pearls shine in your little white cap,