The long one, even if I say its sweetness – Al-Buhturi poet

It is long and if I say its sweetness
And the person was not satisfied
When half suspicions are denied, then
Anat and other types of appointments
Your height was nothing but an artificial rage
cold, And both on a boring digger
I thought you were in the thousand that jogged
Your hands after being difficult and slandered
I separated in miserliness, people of miserliness separately
about them, And the people of generosity participated in the generosity