Are these talents you or Anwa’a?
precipitation, take that or give
if so, or some of that,
generosity technician, Generosity is not felt
Not the one whose midst was the Tamim
slanderous, No, but your greasy chest
A king deceived the family of Talha at his dawn,
Suffice it to be a tolerant land and a sky
and noble and noble, if you come into contact with them
scab of tribes, good and bad
have the yard of love, And the house that
Add or brother around him, annihilation
And Khawla in Hashem and Wad Al-Uday
if it’s not, And they have with it what they want
Belonging between the lattice
He purifies his uncles and fathers
A Muhammad bin Ali, listen, excuse me
It has a cure for the evil one, And the performance
What is with me if loyalty is mentioned?
What do I have with the honorable people, Wafaa
disgrace me, and he is close,
excuse me narrow, and it is space
I left you I deserted you, savagely,
no lute takes them away, nor the manifestation
you made me ashamed with the dew of your hands, you messed up
What is between us that white hand?
and cut me down with goodness, even me
afraid not to have a meeting
a connection that has become in the people, and it is a rupture
wonder, and drooping hair
to keep you running a smooth verse,
He narrates it in you, for his goodness, the enemies
so that you may be praised forever
Start, I have also been blessed
You will remain envious of the kings who hunt me,
And the poets keep envying me about you