O good father, good friend,
and the dew’s brother, and the soil of permissiveness
I don’t think the morning fulfills any good news
say through your yard in the morning
anything you know, Except
I sway musk in the wind breeze
However, the fatwa was attracted by
You are destined for youth and pleasure
Where the humiliation of al-Hajji and the honor of the psalmist,
and set the fancy, and walked the living
Party advice still continues
Moments before marriage
and changer on the fingers with the word
Have it in the bottoms of the glasses
or shelter the terrace without war,
spears cracking from the chests of spears
We are in a piece and your job is about us
Boussal Al-Astah and Al-Ahrar
By my life, may the Lord of the day intercede for us.
From you they watered the dew with the watering of the winds