I see you! Your business is not mine,
and your palace! I do not obey those who forbid me
If you see a sand dune
Both sides attract Bane’s penis
Navigational front bet lily
I suffer from what I suffer
excuse me for afflicting you who are afflicted,
And you preferred temptation, in the guani
how much i sat cuddly with me
on the rotating stalk, law
leave the purple of the palm pure,
on a purple cheek apple
If my hand is tilted with the cup, it will be returned
with the palm of the edges of the bricks,
contemplate through the curtain and see
With your eyes I drank and who gave me drink
You find the morning sun approaching the sun
to me, From the nectar of the Khosrauani
The sabbaths are interspersed,
and watched them the sabbath of the festival
He came to guide the winter to longing
mechanism, and syllabus al-Dawani
He greets us with his impurity, uwdny
place of rose saffron rose
And from his generosity is the urging of the naysayers,
And hastening the Trinity and the Mathani
The caliphate of al-Mu’zz has returned
We really have lies of wishes
He anoints us, you sing
about the displaced heart, and the swani
I am tempted by the lightning of the hoped rain,
granulates in the far and lower
faces subjugated to a good-natured
indicative of his good manners
and behold the parish closely
blessed place, Even though
she wanted the joy of the world back to her
And he returned, as was his good time
And the king became enlightened
bloomed from Bani Fihr, satirist
And Mansur was appointed over the enemy
Firstborn of the aftermath of the Awan war
the mail came with words
appetizing pronunciation, The concept of meanings
If the news made you belittled from afar,
his femininity, How do you think visually?
outcasts were annihilated, and you tore them
God will punish those who suffer
And the mountains of perfume have risen from them
a day, like the day of Nahrawan
And the arrogant traitor fled, hoping
safe, What time is safe?
freaks out, have come
for the blink of the tooth
absolved himself of his succession, and over
As if the slave is running in a bet
And what was his flock of old,
only two mixtures of goats and sheep
Commander of the Faithful, you lived in us,
dear king, place guard
You are the first in all virtues
we set it up, And the second servant of God