I married her after she was burned – the poet Al-Buhtari

you married her, after burning it
hemorrhoids hearts, and disturb it
And she gave the people some of her covenant
their satisfaction, And who made its covenant
How did you secure her betrayals?
And you know its manners
and how unfolded, and you did not contract,
to sit with her lovers
You talk to them about the meanings of sing
and, for a breath, and its longings
And I think you are satisfied
And she addressed them with her manners
If you could love her
you can get from her leg