If a soul runs away from his guests – Al-Buhtari poet
If a spirit flees from his guests,
So what is the second rain that smells like
I snorted prostitutes and interrupted
Your insolence in the hill sweeper
I carried them when their intention was fulfilled
Air jar in the clan Hardcore
And that incense did not succeed, that it
Trum Marama to Al-Ula is unsuccessful
And I wasn’t afraid that you would delay my need
Castrate an eagle and ugly things
And not to be the astist of the place in you
I am more than proud of you and praises
unfortunate explanation for you, What is the nucleus?
by far, Nor the eloquent speech