Tell Abu Jafar, And he has
A hand that the distant attains
The hand of rain refuses to be touched by her,
and time is too short to reach her
You stayed in Wael, then
The Lord of glory and lofty remains hers.
you forbade the sweet treats,
And you raised the bounties of her family
count your fortified deeds, that
a tribe that enumerated its strongholds
How many springs and dew you have there,
she blocked her virgins and her wombs
Do I announce your goodness, or am I as one?
conceals its gray hairs and their showers
behold, it is a blessing, if mentioned,
was giving, and you gave it
He will not complete the last of them,
Except for a cream that created its beginnings
you were to start benevolence immediately,
Be the last of goodness