The sunset of tears from the eyelids fall down – Al-Buhtari poet

tears falling from the eyelids
And a burning heart burns with grief.
He does not quench the fire of grief when it burns.
On the wings except for the one who is humble
if grief descends, There is no heresy, no wonder
or say patience, There is no blame or humiliation
age , He broke the sermon that you spoke
by nights, glorious event
God has any hand with which the bathroom is
from U.S , And which soul is long-term?
the mistress of men truly after their master
Among the first precedents
an inevitable fate happened to her, solve it
hated him, and an impending judgment
Every eye has a pearl
And every heart has a preoccupation with heartbreak
Crying over her and the afflicted with it
as the clouds of precipitation permeate
The east and the west are overwhelmed with sorrow
surviving their loss, the plain and the mountain
God’s reward for what has separated
And the paradise of the mole of what she left behind
Say to the imam whose verses are sentences
and with hope, His wrath and reverence
for you to stay for the days that come
age is extended by blindness and is connected
And all the people are in every incident
The redemption of your sandal is that slippage will kill you.
If you remain for the religion of God, you will devour it
every part of a small fate is bearable
If you are married to a woman like her,
you have come that no man has come
patience and true knowledge of God,
Patience is the most beautiful garment when it is vilified.
You comforted yourself with the Prophet, gesticulate
in the mole after the chosen prophet hope
And how can we hope for an eternity that is not reserved for him?
before us the prophets of God and the messengers
May God bless you with a joyful life
with it, And he gave you more of it than you asked