Go to the house, I replied, go back to what you are saying – Al-Buhtari poet
Go home, take back what you said,
And the fourth answer showed what you were asking
Is there a release from the air of the tampon flame?
ignite him, and the tears ran through him,
It is the tears standing on every streak.
limp in it, or a mixture that you mix
They are synonymous with the slowness of time and the softness of time,
and the rain of spring found them
And if it was not in the urgency of eternity of them
nawal, And relief from your time is deferred
The year passed by desertion from them and with intentions,
Is closeness, connection, and closeness capable of meeting him?
I am stoned in Layla’s suspicion, and convulsive
The last love you left me, the first ones
And the night we stumbled upon the eagles, I sent
with a kind of imagination that resembles the truth with its falsehood
Had it not been for the whiteness of the morning, I would have held fast
With my love, a little deer, I flirt with him
And how many virtuous hands I have at night,
And in the morning there are sermons that slander his slanderers
And I said to the Exalted One:
let glory, Al-Fath bin Khaqan is his preoccupation
Sinan and his sword, Commander of the Faithful,
The Commander of the Faithful and his successor will be seen
His wars are likened to him who break his fast,
and bring him closer to those who are stricken with his prayers
anointed him, who is he that afflicts him,
and it was profitable, Who will record him?
I ensured that the seekers would catch up with him
If his blessings and virtues are mentioned,
any people inform him of the sacrifice, and they sought,
How did they reach the gratitude of the one who gave it?
Throw the enemy’s dog to the rescue,
with which its blades were cut under the dentin
And the sword is nothing but a gusher for adornment.
If it is not sharper than the sword bearing
He is known as the rain in the dust,
he called him, and enlightened his traits
I believed in the eternity that I used to fear,
And I got the destiny I had hoped for
And when we attended the block of permission was delayed
Men about the door that I’m entering
So I went from near to one of reverence,
I meet Badr al-Ufuq when I meet him.
To be extravagant in generosity, if Hatim
He has a dead evening, and he healed him
It seemed to me that Mahmoud had a good character.
serapel him from him, and its burdens reached
as the spear of erected erect,
its stabbing tubes, his worker shook
And like the full moon, it passed by,
And he grew old, and his houses became independent.
So I delivered and set my spirits free,
You dispute with me what I am saying
And when I contemplated divorce, and female
To a human being, you made me forget his illusions
I approached and kissed the dew in a man’s hand,
A beautiful, lively slave I will hold him
She described as Madame describes through it,
and softened as the breeze did