She said gray hair seemed to say yes – the poet Al-Buhtari

She said: gray hairs, I said: Yes,
the time has gone astray, and hurry
and with the gray hairs, on his behalf,
a respite for a while, and spinning
I thought that slander was a breach,
after fifty, And he who hears
My love for Sa’da is my killer,
And if love is excessive, it will be killed
fell asleep, of which are dangerous,
The danger of lightning appeared and then vanished
any slander to you, if he meant secretly,
and informed of you, if he really did
appear, and the cherry in my eyeball,
If sleep separates her, she is a hero
a moon I followed, from the cost,
the boy saw him, until i miss
you put me off, after safe, jealousy,
The deception of security calls for fear
I was not delusional that my grace would betray me
the treachery of the shadows slacked, then go
a time whose events play with me,
Al-Nakba played with spears
and see nothingness, do not celebrate it,
obstacle eliminated, And whenever he regrets
grow old, and their den grew bigger,
To receive the Nile from the palm of the hand
It is well-known that it is bittersweet.
The one who eats will utter from it what he ate
We ask for the most in the world, burn
We communicate the need in the least
And if the heat sees an accident,
from a friend, repel him, nomads
the least stay in the house, mouth
Heaviness is secured by heaviness
the last people created, It was
They did not raise the grandmother of the first people
and it multiplied, out of his want,
a man whom you will be pleased with out of a thousand men
the more I drowned in their praise,
drowned in their ban, the miserliness
It is heartbreak and loss that
Decreased wages for the length of work
I, I tore it apart
their hopefuls, in trouble and trouble
the origin of the nazr to the nazr, burn
reach the rope, If the rope is connected
who turned this to the wicked one,
And from the dawd to the dawd camel
stand up to discord, and lo
I refused my people to stop the camels
Like the first cave,
Reciprocate their kindness to the people
or Abu Jafar al-Ta’i, so
give too much until bored
meek plays with eternity, if
grandfather in vineyard, I said: fun
support the burdens, if he carried him
Ask the people for a lamb
The dream humiliated us from his side,
And if the honorable people are humiliated,
avoids his call,
If he were promoted in the Pleiades, what would he have done?
We are the ones who recite it in sermons
what you spent, and praise what disturbs
If our silence does not allow us to be good,
And if he does not feel the silence, say
eternity effect ends to
mountain, mediated in the fold of the mountain
The party of the brethren among them was Baal,
Nabhan competed with a fox
a lord who rises to the top, When
He was given the opportunity of glory
yard, If he adopts it, he confesses
I appeal to the righteous for what I stray
the paths of horizons turn towards them,
different from the distances of the avenues
where excuses do not wear out, Nor
despair tramples on the heels of hope
And I see generosity as an activity
the masters of kinship, miserliness and laziness