but the imagination, he did not knock,
only after seeing, and longing
have visited from afar, cool from a tampon
bruise and dwelled in a disturbing fuad
And perhaps the anguish was a reason for us,
after parting, See you soon, let’s meet
two memories of the distance, so what’s wrong with me
Love guides the West to the East
his merits are true, she became a fitnah
for beholder, And his promise was not believed
I wake up from the madness of my insane mind,
I keep a sticker on my heart
The escape of the youth has made me, take care of me
gray hairs appearing in my veins
Either you see me awakened from boyhood,
And I walked in the Sunnah
And I mentioned what the gray-haired had taken, so I sent it
my eyes and stop Dima drowned
He saw me in a lover’s imagination,
good standing, in good faith
in idleness I pull my loincloth,
And likewise he who becomes dimly saturated
If you are determined, it is up to you and the secrets.
The imam’s intention is to free the ayaq
Do not be afraid of the eagles, after
shredded his caliphate with a bright light
God is dependent on God is sufficient
God, and the most authentic opinion
to make things right, tame it
manage it in a plausible approach
a king to whom you owe kings, and imitate
the deep sea with its flowing saibah
Sowad Al-Muslimeen branch in Nazer
inspected, a flaring chest
He fulfilled, and hearts were filled with fear
For the reverence of the moments, the glorious logic
and rejoiced, for those willing, families,
Laughing in a bright face
the venerable man praises the virtues of his forefathers,
Through Mahmoud Al-Khallal, attached
and still fear God, and be feared
in it, As God fears and fears
A strike like the blade of a sword, the sharpest edge
And shining lit up his brittle eyes
He who is well-mannered is adorned with dew
southward curvature of the leafy penis
divorced, If the expression of the frown stooped,
shose men and lowered in logic
an envelope that blows away sins, and its covenants
did not elongate, And their newness was not created
blinds the beholding eyes, if it looks
moon, raba’ al-jawsaq’s study
God is your neighbour, what you want,
in honors, you rise what you rise
You have become a good collector,
For those who contend with you are scattered evil
And the deputies rejected an accusation,
And you freed yourself from the confines of the narrow time
And you pardoned the Ummah of Ahmad
In the west of their homelands and in the east
And you have turned their minds back to the people
By destroying the sultan of Al-Rakik, the fool
And the people violated what was required of their guidance.
And I managed them with clumsy determination
How are the knees guided in their darkness?
And their evidence is backward and unattainable.
The opinions of the loyalist gave you victory,
with their swords, And the king is very torn
from a victorious and humiliating
About you the enemy in his opinion
all satisfied, And I see the three of them are enough
slanderer’s sentence, the opening of the closed
They have the caretaker’s reserve and the resistance of the
enough, and flutter of sympathetic advice
salute them, and greet you, that they
You will have a paradise from every bad thing
Sabbath and Nowruz and help sir,
What made him happy with his creation
And I saw the rug and its odd plants,
rose colors, in the snorkel, herniated
A tree whose branches are luxuriating
in flower, or fruitful, or leafy
As if the teak palace was a lover’s family,
She stood out with a beautiful face
castle, Integration of his goodness in a castle
White, a means of a looming sea
Danny the shop The shrine is not so vast
who visits, Nor is the yard narrow
you appreciated it not excessively,
And you built it, an unbroken structure.
And you connected Al-Jaafari with him,
By the river carrying from the south of the trench
River, as if the water, in his chambers,
frind board stern brilliance
If the winds play in it a grove of
tiered wave, interrupted
append him, O, the best of kinship with its stream,
and stretched out the curiosity of its gushing streams
If you reach the bad, it is
You brought down the Tigris in the courtyard of the Jawsaq
The festival has a hand in what it gave him
Precipitation is called the showering cloud
What you see is nothing but a misfortune
greenish, or brilliant model
happy, prince of believers, have fun
By the glory of time, and what’s left
Shall I look upon the Levant reverently,
In the glory of your new state
So I will throw down a small tree that describes its name,
And then I had a peptic ulcer.
two months, If you please my permission in them,
Kfla the affinity of the scattered Shamli
My longing for the clouds has increased and I am
Thunder rumbles under a roaring night
When the lightning came, I said to Nael:
How is the path to absolute freedom?