I find you if the imagination dies – the poet Al-Buhtari
I find you that the imagination died
for my remembrance of the hours of consolation
I’m bothered by this censors slept
The step is the seductive girl
It has the best deer and its two frying pans,
you did not know the likeness of a deer roasted
now their cohorts rise humbly
With the weight of its heavy ribs
humiliated with graceful feet
and a market in its midst
If you avoid the ornaments, you will see white
Awanas is like the Alli in the Alli
I lean towards you and it seemed to me
from your stinginess it seemed to me
Smiling youth if he took care of my heart
I followed it with stinginess
For your age, the hopeful father of the army
passive by passive
Nor with a back, he is called last
When men are sent to the Almighty,
He has the day of praise when he praises
Awali kicked reel
I see you increase in my eyes and my heart
If the scales of men decrease,
And you have the sanctity you have taken
Excuses of distance and old arguments
so long-term
nor will I forget her as long as the nights
It has become a paradise for me from every sermon
naked, I counted it my face and my money
you dissolved the fast, and replaced it with
The crescent of Al-Fitr, blessed by the crescent
you still have feasts
happily ever after