share in your eyes of insomnia
and protect your heart from strife and wandering
staunchly and slanderously
Shaggy and Rami’s demented
Garita rhubarb Haw his orchards,
The two rams of Afar and Aram
from the emitters of a wind flowing its blossoms
Do not run against the slanderer
poured into my wrath and reproach
And two boys, assigning me to me, and making me fall in love
Youth when it was the last
hidden, And for the old man when he was before me
Is the youth aware of me a catastrophe?
His days are mine after my days?
If it is a deep immersion, he will earn it.
I sought it at Ibn Bastam
It suffices for every club for which I do not stand
except with knowledge from Him and in favor
And a champion of my wealth until he turns it over
I spend the nights at my hardship and my execution
Iraq ran with a record of its clouds
We had hoped that we would give him water in the Levant
plucked cannabis
deaf heels, and from it hollow pens
Leader of two writers’ clubs
And from horsemen, bridles and bridles
Of these he has firmness and temptation,
And these are the feet and feet
There was no mole left in the morning
heals lichenoids and chordomas
in the darkness of the blackness of war
you want to make her heavens beat the inspiration
valve of opinion, The sump of the heavens
those rows with past tense samsam
And if we delay what we have proposed,
For fortunes have brought us down and oaths
So, men, come to an honorable sale.
Raised on a buyer from them and completed
Or they number the good days
one of the feats who were counted as twins
as if it derives from high treasures
For tithe or tithe the glory of nations
the feathers of his wings ascend when they rise
It has aunts and uncles
as if the stars of the horizons feed it
sacked of pride or vengeance
clouds fell on the two bridges of his house
To be clear in the light of humankind
a neighbor of the Tigris running from the dew of its hand
a dead sea
not accompanied in the way of the miser, and why
A gypsum is born from the people in a year
Sources of his call are unselfish
in slander
slap her every bitch clear
succumbing to an impurity
Why do I see that people do not fear my habit?
My morning and my darkness praised it
disobedience of parents is followed by disobedience
he consoled, And honors the offer of the free is my tip
As for the runners, they have become small.
and they are the prey of my management and judgment
In every atmosphere there is a fire that sees wonder
or bloody scissors in my throwing
And if they were guided to the right opinion, he would convince them.
from my incursions in the morning of evil
Do not be devoid of blessings, Abu al-Abbas.
connected forever the world and anam
people pretend to feed you
I found it from those who are sympathetic and merciful
And if I shake you to the point, then accept my opinion.
squawk shook the protective legion