O manor of the world, the manor of its people – the poet Al-Buhturi

O wasteland of the world and the wasteland of its people,
and the Muslims, the humiliation of Islam
She asked to enter polytheism in the land of guidance
between the ink, and the tongues of pens
This is the son of Joseph in the hands of his enemies,
payable for days by days
Banu al-Abbas slept about him. you weren’t
about him illiterate, if she grazes, Benjamin