Laughing about the cold and the light of a vaccine – Al-Buhtari poet

Laughing about cold and light
And they taste like their satisfaction
And if they emerged from the den, they would travel from
You are both roses and apples
And if they break their eyelids, they look who
Patients, unearth their magic, correct
hearts thirst for them, you may see
There is a wandering wanderer in the water
And love is sick to the right if it goes too far
in which the lover, And ecstasy for the sober
Bakr Al-Athoul, stop the west of my unemployment
And the old man seemed to stop the west of my limbs
The time has come for me to disobey the temptation as it matures
To dye youth and to obey the living
To tell you about Bani Al-Jarrah
And their equipment is of grace and grace
And their place from Persia where she met
Tricked horses suffer with clarity
From the house of Makrama and Ezz Oroma
Peel on those who beat the vaccine
They inherited writing and chivalry before it
For every white of them, it is clear
A king’s book is straightforward in their opinion
I wish succession or black morning
With the issuance of pens reply to them
the honor of the presidency, or spears
As for the engagements, I mostly do it
Most of them were overcome by Hajjah
By my father Muhammad, who took my hand
He stretched his hands and feathered my wings
His laughter is a human being, his hand, and his palm
Sea to palm available student
And Nael Al-Ghamr Al-Hani tomorrow with us
On the authority of the people of Al-Nail Al-Dahdah
I will redeem you as long as you sing me
So stop me from these ghosts
Creating an imagination without creatures
be satisfied, And bodies without souls
Without them, you must be my dependent
And here are about them my tomorrow and my soul
How many hands you had I didn’t point out
My quarter is towards Al-Dima Al-Sahah
If I block the blessed, I will
In thanks for her, Mr. Meddah
And if I ask you my need, then what?
Her greatness and trusted success