I was very needy,
If it was a hope for the hope
Promise merges neither success nor backwardness,
tabulated between thinning, and integrating
The sun shone before the sun as it rose
walk in stab of them, and thorns
of ruby-dressed sashes,
And they were not afflicted with cassia and ivory
I water your homes, watering less for her,
euphoria
cast on the ground of ornaments, It is halal,
What pleases the eye with beauty and joy
So he fashioned what he fashioned from Tibr, and from paper
It weaves anything that weaves and embroidered
To Ali Bani Al-Fayyad, tell me
Seen from where it does not go, and insertion
to a boy, blindness follows its analogues,
Like the sea that follows waves with waves
back from his opinion, in every problem,
to a lamp, shows the unseen, incandescent
I have never seen a day when
Haq bin Ayyub Ishaq bin Kindaj
to lay their eggs on them, and over
from him, And flee to veins and veins
when he annoyed the two creepers,
a sword-wielding, or face
the soul said to him, Do not deem that what I have advised,
And the horses mingle with drenching, excitedly
The resident is an irreversible murderer
to life, And the surviving fugitive
the wind makes him happy
simple breach, a dark night
Except for the Almighty, he is attractive,
He folded his prayers to make him ripen.
The caliphate does not meet its rites,
as you have been met, abacus and cymbals
I left a oud of treasure in the ivory, so I didn’t
sit on the sand in it, and joking
screeching his strings, and the horses stumble upon him,
tramples on his lap, regiment after regiment
If you go back to war, stay on
A stalagmite
If the racket snatches it, move it in
the secret of hearts with pleasure, very agitated
It was bad to go by, Lost
humiliated Leith, on the enemy, ingress
kept, Were it not for the avoidance of the rest of him,
Women without husbands kept awake for them
and quilting, And the uproar is fast
free flame, on the heroes, stoke
removed fifty thousand, they bent a nerve,
stabbing causes any inconvenience
white feet
him to the king of white, the crowned
Suspicions are cleared if their absence becomes black.
about a planet, to cloud the suspicion, limp
If I liken him to rain in my praise,
I turned my back on him, and I became the rabid praiser