I used to say, my brother Abu Al-Hayba, the older he gets and the more his prestige increases and his beauty increases. Every time you look, you say, “May he bury me.” I thank God that you, my brother, are a mountain that does not bend and that nothing can shake me, my brother. But I could not comprehend how many stones have brought me down and brought me down with you and taken you away from me and your loved ones. But I can only say, “Thank God for everything that comes from God.” But separation is difficult, and my eyes no longer catch a glimpse of your image, which burns my heart and brings tears to my eyes. I miss you so much, my soul Bassel Dayekh

كنت قول خيي ابو الهيبة كل ما بكبر و يشيب عم تكبر هيبتو و يزداد جمالو كل ما تطل قول يقبرني واحمد ربي انو انت خيي جبل ما بينحني وما شي بهدلي خيي بس ما قدرت استوعب كيف كم حجر هدولي ياك و هدوني معك واخدوك مني ومن احبابك بس ما بقول الا الحمدلله على كل شي بيجي من الله بس الفرقة صعبة, و عيني ما عاد تلمح طيفك لبتحرق قلبي و بتدمع عيوني شتقتلك كتير يا روح الروح Bassel Dayekh