My share of you is to blame the poor – the poet Al-Buhtari
My share of you is to blame the merciful
And desertion reached my harm
I saw prostitutes see sheep
Our response to the reluctance of the girls
If Lubna did something wrong
She referred blame to the slanderer
And what you promised is imminent from Nawal
We ask then that the equipment succeeded
We tasted the bitterness of every living
And the environment of roses is devoid of food
According to you, what are you going through the nights for us?
From the bitter and the diaspora
It will keep track of all the past
And close in anticipation every coming
If you try in the world for eternity
What I’m trying to do comes to me
I see my walk to my fullest
Too serious prevents me from turning
The prospector believed my words
Badawi for the regular and my connections
I found the judgment lost when I lead
To seven of the immoral
Does the faithful object without my right?
And that is one of the dilemmas of the dilemmas!?
Ignore the decimal number
Their eyes have seen my features
And the accidents of eternity kept me from
And if I lower my hand and bend my canal,
Bracelets of hair arrows design
If you make my narrators praise her
And at the Bani Euphrates, victory is about to come
If you seek help from the victory of the Euphrates,
deputies opponents, And it was glory
Assuming the defense of the deputies
Their talents are the ends of wishes
And the best of walking rhymes
Aba Al-Abbas, don’t go too far
By constructing Al-Ula and Al-Makaramat
I promise you a good friend
To humiliate my dear ones