To any secret of passion that I did not break,
And what kind of love did I not come across?
I have lapses that send me air,
exposing me to the slanderer
as charming eyes, you cooperate
On the verge of fading eyes
If I ask a thousand boys, buttstock
I sang, and the yards of youth are from my money
I see Raji’s confidence in continuing the Oryx,
bruise them, or a fearful doubt
as if the nuclei are denying it
be judged by him, or alliance mechanism
if we never met them, and gray hairs pardoned us,
they missed, or call us sideburns
if she came to us, sigh
back to those cheekbones
so that the librettos of the lover were chanted in
his wings, or be at a helper
And the one who is pardoned is nothing but a calamity
on him, If Shafi’ is not given an allusion
I started with friends and I wasn’t
to make it according to the truth of knowledge
And I was equal among the people in giving thanks to their swords,
They are a stairway from the soukah and caliphs.
I promise justice for Hebron, kindly,
, it is preferable to some kindness
And how many people have I despised or reviled Zari?
on their arrogance, and arrogant
they see, hourly gifts, they were
Mikhaels of the Hours of Minya Al Hawaif
If the boys turn away from you, I formed
their amounts, make known to them the knowledge
I judged Isaac bin Jacob with the dew
No matter dear, nor the perverse
My Father, If his hands hover on high,
You made clear to him the prophet of situations
pursues goals of glory, you swept away
With it behind the ends of the stormy winds
If it is said to the people: Appreciate it how much!
They insisted on resuming these differences
lead to long term adulthood,
If they look forward to approaching it,
with our utmost satisfaction that his envious bites,
in spite of, sorry pissed off
and what is known by its songs give birth
For glory to be increased by the tawwarf
And where is it in the hills whose branches are high?
willow succulents bottoms
brought together hope, I did not hope
to rejected lands and sects
I made an oath between my hair and his presence,
If you do not fit in riches, ally
Anecdotes of free quared return them,
an interview, of providing him with anecdotes
If the hair style and ends came to us
strange licorice, flaps
We repeat the priceless sale of the slanderer,
And the cold blew us away
And if he were in the land of the slaves, we commanded,
of the wretched, many, and descriptors
hand wrought in the grave, where you went
marvel at her multiplied beauty