And laughing at my expressions and my weeping – the poet Al-Buhtari

And laughing at my tears and my crying
My medicine is in love and my medicine is enough
He saw me and my eyes were filled with tears
Abandonment has betrayed my condolences
I stretched out my comfort to him in supplication
I sing to him not to disappoint me
He said: Who will make you cry if you are honest?
I said: who I like, He said: my own.