The people of the neighborhood are about to disperse – Al-Buhtari poet
that the people of the neighborhood were about to scatter,
in my blood, or become love, or met
But in that water, we have a soul
praise them, softly, on the river
Thou hast made a regret, when you didn’t find
Al Maha eyes, the day of glory, you are in love
Arya al-Sabaa from Rayya brought him
the breeze of youth and weakness, Fatam and Suga
dent, they were abandoned, If we come
Tomorrow its desired arrival is far away, and crush
in which the goodness gathered, until he finished it,
And the circumstance overwhelmed her, until you slack off
And perhaps not all that was mentioned.
you cried, I cried the encircled pigeon
and honor you poured out of tears wherever
Orientation, after the intersection, came across
secret spectrum, until you eat young
Sirens attracting the night, even torn
So the day of the emigration returned to Aswan. After
We knocked on his door, out of longing, closed
and you did not fall short, in dragon, our spears
So the spectrum returns from it rage,
The dark eyes are the oppressed of the womb,
weakened him, stop the sleepless imagination
He did not arrive until the war had ended.
partedly, or the virtue of a lifetime, met
He is none other than Yusuf bin Muhammad.
and his enemies, And death in the west and in the east
And the rainy savior opposed him.
scowl, over the nacelle, they knocked
And he weakened his argument with the Qadhafis,
and thundered the epic a month, and telegraphed
he burned, between the lanes, I come
to the Bahrain complex, when you break
if it splits, from his side, cloud
to a country, it was flowing
And the cold of autumn has put on new clothes,
So he did not leave until we removed him as a creature.
And soon enough, we spent them both. third dimension,
we ate him dry, even look up
I did not see the like of horses kept secret,
nor did I bow to her, and took pity
And what is the good? Unless you see it differently,
pull us by a rope, from the morning, lightning
How great did her breasts realize
So he became rich and then became flatterers
And slander her from Joseph, the burden of Joseph
His Excellency, all together, and scattered
If she came from Salk with her soul,
The pioneer of death brought her back to Selca
All that is below the Gulf, and did not let
wholeheartedly, beyond the Gulf, hung
Little pleasure is attained by much,
feel it, He is the victor, hijacked
he sees the invasion as a pilgrimage, the arbiter is his
like the reward of one who circumambulates, aloft
And what is the likeness of the night of the invader?
with the right hand of the blonde, and scattered
and watchful, from where did you throw his deception,
you found an arrow to you superior
If he is earnest, his generosity is from him a creation.
And if he thought, then the thought was from him creatively
Scenes from behind and below the adjectives
So the praiser poured out the tongue amused
If he says a lot, scornfully said,
And if he said excessively, he said believe
She built honor in the glory of Nabhan, and met
on the edge of Islam, a wall and a trench
He tightens the hands of the people to their feet
go back from it, and the forearms go to market
if they uttered the madhiy, how they terrorize,
You have declared their misfortune upon them, surely.
And what should he who fills the shield with aid?
in horror, Not to wear armor
And in every high and low of their villages,
flame, as if the rumor was splitting
a fire, If an-Numan is a blessed day
saw you marrying him, he called you a burner
And in your hand is the sword with which you have refrained
The purity of guidance is from being rude and broken
And how dark is Islam, only shine
we mourn him in his darkness, shine
If the leaders of the people pardon in piety,
chaste, And you did not intend anything but to meet
And if the envious one day meditate
Your Excellency, Was it better than you?
you cut it off, and it is farther away,
you repaid her, It is the most difficult ascent
And the way to glory was clear behind you,
And the honorable act, if they wanted it at all,
You have a shield over the students, a dimeh,
and rain, and drowsiness, and scourge, a leaf
If you say that this is the Sunnah, you are definitive,
And if you said an obligation, you would have believed.
We found the blade of your sword wide,
And if the space of goodness is tight for you,
And I am nothing but Your first plant, which
I gave him the water of the birth, they wrote
I put all my hopes in you,
So, you saw success in catching them