The lover’s spectrum is pain from his enemy – the poet Al-Buhtari
The spectrum of the beloved is pain from his hostility,
and far from his land, and his sky
tormented the calf, and hurriedly directed
out of his grief, to his doses
brings peace, And in the guidance of his imagination
after him, wonder, And in his gift
If he had visited another country, he would have cured you of
goosebumps, And from the air of his sea
leave the passion, or your demise, it is from
It is the case of the orphan to die of his disease
A brother who has dressed in green and radiant life
with his tithes, the virtue of his brother
What more hopes do I have, the best of hope,
Except God’s defense of his people
And on Abu Noah in a garment of love,
You give him pure affection from his enemies
The divorce of his goodness reveals his goodness,
so he almost succeeded before meeting him
bright face, If someone contemplates it
Sadi of wings saturated with water