Goodness to you, how much is my spontaneity and what is my effort – Al-Buhturi poet

Goodness to you, how much is my pardon? And what is my effort,
The family of Hamid is with the last of them with me
the taen followed,
in Khurasan, And if you want in Najd
come to me without a promise, And if you do not find them
their souls, They all made a promise
I have not seen vinegar like wine, if it dries up
he deserted you, and be friendly
And what struck the boys was that they
at the end of Sha’ban, on the first rose
Tomorrow we will deprive the water of ulcers, and lunch
faces of restraint, beginning of loss
Help us on a day we celebrate our fun
to night, in which he has a fixed term
I don’t count how many hands I allowed
my hand, And glory from you built my glory
What is the white blessing in the company of riches?
Rather, the white blessing is in the company of praise