Lightning shone a garnet from its fire,
The night reveals the depths of its darkness
Remind me of blinking, when he secretly,
of the covenant breaker, smiling light
stomata lover, if you stare in
Why did the lover come back in his mouth
shrivelled, wraps the scarf on
weak mantle duct being digested
attracted by the weight, when getting up from
behind him, And the fear of his mother
If he walks his sides are fused,
and shook his horn, to his feet
He may have been prevented by distances and saturation
folded breasts, in his mouth
I miss it from the villages of Iraq
house spacing, while he was in his midst
Make us dearer to the house of elevation
butyas, And the honorable ones from his sleeves
A stream of streams flows from it,
from the weighted clouds, congruent
He excels in his affliction and his uncleanness,
We slept in Talha, and in peace
bad land, and an honorable one,
And the water of Mizn overflowing with phimosis
Do I want torment from its fountains,
or knock those who are camping in his tents
When did you ask about Bani Thawabah?
Like the cloud woven from his doll
their country is wretched,
As the patient urinates from his ailment
I swear to God the Majesty and Might,
And like me he who is righteous in his oath
and by the prayer, and who slanders him,
the desired stone, and received
if they drink him, solicited
with his palm, or mouth-kissed
The Exalted followed the intent of Abu Al-Ab
He was valiant until they were numbered from his character
Most of his humility still remains,
to hope, increases in greatness
incomplete, incomplete,
Nor do they think the measure is to blame
what a sharp sword, shines bright,
He spent the deputies from his pen
protector of honors, hardworking
The lawyer strove for his money, and his blood
What did the king do to you, Nor
The sultan’s honor changed his generosity
fulfilled his ancient covenant with us,
And the torrent runs over the tops
come near us, and he is a brother
for the star in bauh, and in his words
If we see his care
We have left them with a kinship
And if we go to his harem, so
There is the safety of pigeons in his sanctuary
God had him wherever he was, Nor
I freed him from his height and his grace
we need you to last him,
And we were asked to seek refuge from his absence
have hands with me, I have hope,
He is still in his custody and in his remembrance