FATIMA (raises her head, brightens up, and makes a beautiful smile): Husein, this qanoon scents like crazy, you would think a rose from Ta’if smells. C’mon, bend and get a sniff of it, it won’t bite you.
FATIMA (digne glavu, razvedri se i lijepo nasmiješi): Miriše kanun ludo, Huseine, sve misliš Taifska ruža miriše. Hajde bolan sagni se, pomiriši, neće te ujesti.