How sweet your merciful imagination,
And to connect you closely and apart
approaching, If the shrine is far, and intends
in the close, The brother of passion is not far away
What did your widow want, in the ball,
stray
bewildered with resolute determination
in every vice, found base
who praised, or slander his time
this, Why do I have time with Hamid?
Poverty like the poverty of the prophets, and estrangement,
a dimple; affliction is not one
Is enough, deceived him, about the heat of passion,
an event higher than the cold air
What is the status of Amed and its country?
After the junctions of Amed were marred,
I laughed, And I cried the eyes of all his camouflaged,
tolerable under rigid taxation
O Yusuf bin Abi Saeed, the rich,
for sheath moments, not helpful
If you wanted, you would not spoil the eminence of Hatim.
vineyard, Khaled’s exploits were not destroyed