Fouad was filled with sadness until it cracked – Al-Buhturi poet
A heart filled with sadness until it cracked
And two eyes, said longing, together, together
For the one whose tail was blown by the wind
And the tithe of the widow bowed in it, and she grazes
For your lick, for her loyalty to you
And the radiant nectar will give you water
As if the apple had cut off his genie
And spread lavender in the morning in prayer
And my longing for a free leg answered him
Hadeel on the groin of Alban emptied
turning his eyes and revealing his blink
To a melody that leaves the heart sore
So what day did you sing its branches?
And the spirits made him sing, so listen
The daughters of eternity surrounded me from every side
And eternity has a streak that leaves the head streaked
And I was leading the flame sharply
one of the sharpest nerves and cut
I became like basil, withered by thirst
I bid farewell to the prime of youth
Beloved, as long as you have slept
to difficult
Like the wind in its gusts
Or the water swells downwards, so you rush out
Hybrid, Colon, Coptic
If the sparrow spoke, he remained horrible
He plays with the reins as if he were
Anyone on earth fearing something, so make haste
O son of Anuf al-‘Izz from al-Hashim
And honor them in good and evil in places
And who has contained a funny and irreverent glory
And the stars of the horizon when they were raised
And a day of turmoil increased its price
Poison soaked by her heroes
You witnessed the mower’s ribs swimming
The ileum covered it with dirt and patches
As if he had both on his feet
two flapping wings that did not align