My brother, it is the day I lost my senses,
And I did not accept my comic in my departure, not seriously
I left you when the chicken stopped
Lightning flew upon us for fear of thunder
Do not see green like the one who saw
Your friend is dark from his eternal return
the rain strewn over us,
put her in it, I have the first
hastened his timing, as if he
Abu Salih made a promise to him
I kept hardening your plowmen after you
I spent, He asked me about intercourse with soldiers
I have a good manners, like me
I wrestle with him the rose lion Hadi
I do to you, O Muhammad, Hamid,
And to you with true hope, meant
the sympathy of a relative commands you, and gold
in adulthood, Make it easy for you, Rashid
And I was shaken, and I was Ahmed Mansal
Sheathed it for your skin in the high or the dark
I call you by the near womb, that it
and hey, yearn as we are the lost
By the sanctity of literature that is close to us,
And the people in it are relatives and are farther away
and our belief, and our victory
to the right, If the misguided is stubborn,
the prince, And if his generosity flowed,
Your generosity is how the pioneer willed
Or there was one in the generosity of generosity,
Because you are one in the vineyard of caring
And you became a brother and rested kindly,
prudence, Even as a father
And you began to do something, then go back, the boy
he did not bring praise, and back
I did not know what you were in, I did not go away
by virtue of good fortune, And your opinion is a witness