She has a house between entering and she explains – the poet Al-Buhtari
It has a place between entering, and it becomes clear.
When do you see the orphan’s eye swollen?
it’s okay, non-studying vision, in his yard
three souls, like doves, misdemeanor
and entrusted it, And life is so joyful,
Whenever you wish, meet me there with joy
the nights of my nights, the full moon of my nights, if it rolls,
And the diurnal sun that shines bright
And what rose the dawn reveals in its branches,
with the best of my cheeks lick and salt
And I will not be discouraged by misfortune and sorrow
into a stupor, and excruciating longing
lost you, prince of believers, badge
From the East came the declarative statement
It tells of the master’s victory and their might,
and humiliating Abdus, and successful cultivation
The land of the mountains was shaken by a fall,
I shed blood in every disgrace and defiance
As if the eagles fell, on the eve,
on cash, around the coals, altar
And if the arrogant had stood, you would have confused him.
Thursday-winged wasps
So to drink a bitter cup of sickness,
When the rest drinks it staggers
the horses made him homeless,
And he cast him out on the day of the battle of all kinds.
Regretted when I left him behind,
and revealed the sins of a corrupter and not a reformer
I was stricken with a weak opinion,
To Al-Karaj Al-Qassa and an ugly face
escaping, The might of the army was not touched by them
almost, And that war did not fertilize
And Moses did not come in money on them
Trousers made of woven iron
As if the students of safety have met one another
with the end of the described term, praised
An imam of guidance with whom you shelter his bounties
to square, from the belly of Mecca, I cry
He has the honor and pride of the Noble Sanctuary,
zimzam, the anointed antique corner
When you threaten him with war, he will riot and take revenge,
And if you ask Him to pardon, He will pardon. and slaps
live, O Commander of the Faithful, have fun
With a new victory every evening and dawn
I helped Abd al-Aziz and his men,
and his followers from a non-Arab, declarator
you turned the prostitute back on him, until you knocked him down
managed by Mansour Al-Azima, successful
And when the deceived became
the prey of the cross-legged, had become