house him, out of his longing and strife,
Talks of the soul about to be heard
And Baghdad did not hold us back from the resolve,
concealing what we desire, and its broadcaster
We made the Euphrates, towards the multitude of our people,
Evidence that we mislead the intent as long as we do not observe it.
If the mounts exceed the limit of his blessings,
Wadi Sebaa
How many rugged mountains did he strike his duct,
and a low plain lined its bottom
And when we looked out of a noble zinaiba,
He almost parallels Manbij with his knowledge
We saw Sham from nearby, and exposed
flakes of it drifting off its bottom
and still waiting to leave, and took us
From the eagle in removing the darkness and shielding it
until I obey the closeness, after his return,
And the people of the neighborhood were comforted after they were broken
So do not ask about my sleep and his prophecy
by my land, And about my sleeping with it and abstaining from it
show me longing, And my people are urban,
upon seeing and listening
and the emigrant, Sarp’s saddle
in the valleys of Sajur, or swallow it
For a band of those I left a tender world
he have, And consoled blindly in its corners
And the intention of the house overwhelmed me, with him,
on his side in my yard, make it up
Enough of installments, his eyes are obscene,
I was terrified when I heard him.
baptize him in the glorious matter, and do not stand
For the rain to be irrigated
the whole world will not be too big for him,
A quarter of it expanded it.
And how many days will the servants of God have,
sheds its rays of light
and how much they searched for him in kindness,
turn back time short of its nature
Ask the ministers about his progress;
And about missing him from among them and cutting him off.
And did they compare it to the truth?
by his weight, or slap him with his sings
leader of the matter when it closed
on them, And mend the hernia when it widens
His opinion was the goal of all minds, and you were not
to do justice to it in its dimension and its height
and approached until the deep greed itself,
deceived and deceived
And I did not see humility come at one
of people, Except for the height of his lowliness
The money of eternity is lost in the dimension of his care,
The betrothal is intended in the breadth of his arm
And the burdens of the Khilafah know that,
and if you are heavy, quality in its carrying out
So what an ordeal has turned him into a slander,
plucked off, Except he sold it without selling it
God takes care of those who forget the flock
to those without it, and his defense
I slept around Iraq as a criminal,
Defending me to say goodbye
I will forget you after the abyss, then dismiss it,
And after the hate had fallen, then dash
And after I was separated from Abu Al-Fath, I left my house
to catch her plentifully in his waste
what is wrong with me, that day, but
I want a free man to his advantage
If God forgets to go to his house,
A large delegation of pilgrims attended its meeting
And my long nights with secluded tumbler
to repel the enemy below them, and knocking
By God, I did not talk to myself of any kindness.
brush you, Nor did I mean to follow him
And if I sold you a day for all eternity,
For an eternity I thought of his regression