God has a guarantor and guarantor on my behalf.
is pursued, be obeyed
I sigh with grief, and sand with him
songs that have pardon and longing
And I was the lover of the wind from the west,
I have become the desire of the wind, and it is acceptance
And still dreams, until he met us
two imaginations: Bhaji Nael and Manial
I warn her, here, And in the grace of her womb,
drowsy drowsy, dead
how good it is, Since it came from the year of Kari,
saffron sap ramil
the cores excused, who has her choice,
So what is her excuse for the kingdom when it passes away?
Or did the soul divide me between a sticker?
to the breath, cry between him, be counted
indeed, you have hated the parting, and took pity
winged, of which is proven and quenched
My efforts defended Soraya, it wasn’t
to prevent her from being sold the way
So there is nothing but to renew a trait,
I do not forget except that He is a substitute
And if al-Baridi’s mother had given birth, he would not have been spared.
Ali grandfather, And the miser is miserly
blew into my hands, And the son of a mean woman is wajid,
And the narrators of the narration, and it’s polished
blond whips, And one is a beginner
of people, by the men who feed
and you would have been worthy to join me
condolences for what he missed, Nice
Will it benefit me in a load that,
to weigh what I faint men, loads
Sorrow and grief in the hearts of the envious,
wrath upon their livers, and ghalily
and they were, If they want, you will seek it
make up their minds, fiville
And they did nothing but a soft breach,
obeys them his kindness, in length
He has an aspiration to which we cast our burden.
a feast approaches, or jalil beats
Og set up engagements for us, and deported
the vicissitudes of this age, as it descends
So what we were hoping for came to pass.
Elena, And what we are wary of is a ghoul
have hands with us, what’s wrong
tribute, To hear the enemy is heavy
How does the earth disturb the vegetation above it?
Exploring the sky you can still imagine
He has among the good roots
I swear by the flags of darkness, and chocol
So what did he seek? of their attainment, late,
there is no limit to it, out of their possessions, blunt
We addressed him by his saying, he did it wrong,
And he who does what is right, he says
and not an hour from him, Don Jude,
far from obtaining much
He really showed me to go to riches,
If shura devolves to you
I am on my west and my streaks are troubled,
to be enslaved by thee, servile
raise hopes, until I lit it up,
Crescent, He is cheerful and accepting
young, Hope for the great morning tomorrow,
And how much of it seemed so little
We hope that you will please us, and lunch
drinkers, of his instruments, curiosity
if you have one extra
sea flow, or catch up