The deputies of an age, which one is the next – the poet Al-Buhtari
vicarious times, Which one do I descend?
resolutely, or of any of them first
I was given the praise of the miserly, as though I,
on the first two, with bad hair
and I was, And I hoped bitterly for Nael,
As a seeker of the feasibility of a trait, don’t communicate
slack off without honors, and dulled
creatures of which you still eat
How do you get glory?
He has a busy time for glory
I am still gifted after what was between us
bad see what i say
They stole my sides and I came to praise
for them , Some praise is false and false
under the shields, as though they were
if they saddle up pregnant women
I do not love my clan in spelling
Anything else is not observing solutions
redemption of my soul, they are
you give birth on high, white, more virtuous
residing in the dreaded hole, poked by them
to challenge the habits of the first ancestors
if their hands meet in a battle
So make it easy for the tribes to fold
the land of the mountains has sung, What is seen?
Those who believe in it only
If you wish in love, take my watch
to the west side the splendid basil
And any person who fears the ordinary and his nearness
The veil of Ibn Amr and the withered spear