And I did not fear that my grandfather in a friend would make him worse,
But my jokes are often afraid
and a gracious Lord of the winds,
of the best, the winds
When I sell a elect who pleases Him in His wrath,
change my mind, all, with my farmer
How many reproaches with irrigation breaks his threshold
my swordsman or shake my wings
and myself stood for him on the humiliation of a sinner,
frequent those who visited him, slandered
as if the windsmen, where I met them,
And if they blame at all, Quraysh
I have not seen a people who were not of sound mind,
more deserving of a cypress than them, and allow
a good deed has gone unrepentant
we’ve got, I do not do it with ugliness
and annihilated by the air of the seed, his infarction,
So Houbara spent the night in a stand with arms
If not, God will tell us a stumbling block he has prepared
A melancholy monument to souls is available
And from the furthest of our hearts, the furthest we found
on a parched stomach, And a condolence