Is the conquest nothing but the full moon on the horizon for sacrifice?
unfolded, So I cleared the night, one by one, by one
Or the saddlebag that protects his den,
or the impending hail, from the slanderous
as the tooth goes by, and honored
with a stretch, increased on the spear pad
and shine forth from evil, He is the light in the morning,
polite with morals, It’s the morning glory
When envy is one of its bounties,
And from his fullest glory, on the length of Barh
He finds, and things turn to his grandfather.
And if he goes free in humor and pranks
And what aspects of a demand were closed from us
We try, unless we open it with conquest
Your ransom is the people who went before their secrets.
to the highest peak, and permissive manners
you promised, and your promise came to fruition, it’s a
Of glory, hastening appointments with success
And you consider advising the imam an obligation,
And telling him about me is a way of advice
He has honors that the description is short without.
I give praise to which my praise is borrowed