I bore you to lend me a light of foolishness – the poet Al-Buhtari

you slandered me a lighthearted foolishness
Lymphatic leukonychia
wycome, The whiter of the morning looks better
in the eye from the darkness of the night
And does the blackness of elevation perfect its beauty?
In the extremity except for the lower leukorrhea
And the strict and polished one is better
On the day of the wrath
And the sun, if not for their light, would have been better.
And the full moon, had it not been for its light, would not be complete.