Your book came to me that – Poet al-Buhtari

I came to your book that
You threatened him with misguidance and misguidance
Were it not for your father’s earthly place,
Your hair was a fluke
but you inherited from safety
A rough understanding and a poor opinion
His daughter told you to quit
and his flower prevented you from falling asleep
and believe what you were like to him,
If the deer falls ill or dies in you
for your ugliness sooner
The torment shown to Nakhika
tell me, bastard, why didn’t you answer
Where did you get an imminent response?
And why did he not persist in your guilt?
and he shall eat you according to the reward of your inheritance
How do you reach a goal?
And your mother is like a thicket of Epica