Like a sword: edify and adorn him,
And the rain: His close saliva and his saliva
are the honors, Unless you collect it,
or talents, Unless you separate it
Very good father! I became a vineyard
you find him, And a generation you kept creating
He may redeem you from all your evil and calamities
You have become anxious to longing
Harran mixes with an orphan grandfather,
to pour, And from a broadcast that disturbs him
If he performs tayammum with the intention of the west,
meet your intention in the east, longing for it
Do not forget the spirit of the woven ablaq
whom I think you like, and you adore him
Bad luck and words came on
apprehension, people’s eyes stare at him
as if he had gone to sleep
a lizard’s rod, shakes his leaf
her mother’s girl
for someone who desires it, she will provide for him