It is darkness, there is neither morning nor twilight.
Does the night set out from my end and I set out?
Ibn Rouh, with a bad pronunciation, slandered me
wrath flashes in his eyes and anger
appeals to the guest and the darkness is gloomy
He has learned from his horizon manners
Those who live close to their homes
And if they willed, they would father the living or knock
Wait, Dare Abu Amr, if you are requested.
the land of Shaam, And this is your house of charcoal
keep my lanes away if you want to go down at me
live where the mountains of snow shine
tempted you to be blamed, together and in part
A new meanness and a bad show of creation
the barber you spent extravagantly
A disease for you from Bani Imran is enslaved
Do not take the people’s fortune that befits them
If morals and manners appeared from them
People are the most wicked of words when they gather.
of you, And I get sick noticeably when they separate
Swallow the palms, and there is vineyard in their thighs,
Leopard patients and their resentment
They resemble the backs of horses if they ride
a fish, So their path is near and neck
They were dried up from miserliness until it seemed to them
The light of the night in the blackness of the night, they would not be burned
If they shook hands with grief, their hands would not be wet.
And if they were to sail into the sea of China, they would not have drowned.
the miserly, if they still did not,
And the charred ones, if they fail, they utter
Had it been said to Azad what they said and what they did not plagiarize
Whoever supplicates to him, he said: What did they believe?