oh gadi, And the hole behind his evening,
Connects the secret with his original and his dawn
Gather in the courtyard of Yusuf bin Muhammad,
And look at the land of the dew and its sky
And peace be upon His Eminence, that it
forbidden without him and behind him
And I see the honorable ones become their names
Derivative, in the People, of his names
Like the rain bent over his brothers;
like fire burning against his enemies,
The day he parted was the time that
I found him shaking, the day he met him
And I knew myself after him in a tenth
They are tired of the day of his judgment
What I understood he had in his proximity
so far, I understood him in his depth
Yvdik Raj Madh did not turn
Except for the sincerity of his praise and his hope
And the response after you turned away
calling you, And the slanderer without his supplication
and a command that I wrestled with on account of him,
I found Jerusalem turbaned with his blinds
a grandmother with miserliness from its edges,
Like the sea pushing its salt out of its water
He gave the few, and that is the sum of his worth,
Then he took back the sum of his loyalty
What was taken from me the day after I returned it?
in his face if it was given to him
And I was amazed by all my curiosity
And generosity collected an hour from behind him
and he belonged, Look at his morals
pardon, And do not look at his fathers
sermons of praise, I said get out of his way
to forgive you, You are not sufficient for him