My Informer, Barqa Ahwaj – Poet Al-Buhtari
My informative tenderly needs
About Dhaan I walked and Ahadaj
Volunteer souls directed to the core
Show them or voluntarily enter?
The empty clouds watered their ruins
Riya and even from the blood of Udagi
Survive from love, for the one who
Love did not want him is the survivor
I ensured that his sword would operate
Sevin Ishaq bin Kandaj
And that the crown shines in surprise
Old radiance in the crown
echoed in the king, on
His method and method
Tomorrow the two scarfs on the slender
Like a sword, a non-helpbag strike
I have no illusions about grace
Nor great oldness Vfajj
Sea you see hopes float on
Socks and tins
Do not leave us forever as a stronghold
He is safe in his arms
The faces of your envy are a draft
Or did you paint after me with vitriol?
Only one of them is tampon patient
stifled suffocation
Arranged in the star above
Ranks of them and regiments
If they did what you did, they would be required
What more could Raji hope for?
If it wasn’t for you, people went into a fitna
Throwing with defense and waves
I was shocked when they opened the door
By the sword they connected any convulsion
And Ali is on time
And it was not lacking
Blessed companionship pleases you in
Opinion to narrow it Farrag
Your sword is perfected by its management
In the darkness of an accident
redeem you from my lord, and redeem it from me
Abd when you order a cure