The raven said the tidings of the news,
that the loved ones gave permission
blister with hail of tears, bosom and hollow,
Wings covered by the Ramdha
do not command me consolation, you may see
mixture effect, not while consolation
Parting short of solace my resolve,
And I cried so long in those drawings
Make me long for Madame, and sing me,
Strengthen me with the Quranic group
May he cast the apostasy, and he would comfort me,
little is said, from Al-Barha’a
the appearance of righteousness took an adornment
Wonder of yellow and red
Spring wove a quarter of her into a brocade,
From the essence of the lights by the lights
the sky wept with the mist of her tears,
She smiled at the stars of the sky
we slept in a green suit
spring hawk, a yellow suit
Drink on the tarnished flowers of Riyadh
cheek blossoms, and redhead flower
of coffee that forgets the anxiety and sends the
The longing of the one who has gone astray in the bowels
hides the bottle’s color, it’s like
In the palm standing without a vessel
It has a breeze like Riyadh. you breathe
in the midst of souls, and the disease
and blemishes like tears, frequency
In the cheek dish of the beautiful Ka’ab
she is being watered by a bribe that can almost return her
drunk for a period of Hawra’s eye
pursues it, And likewise from his side,
back and forth on remorse
What has changed between al-Jazirah and al-Sham?
After, O son of Joseph, white darkness
depletion of the Euphrates, And it was a brimming sea,
and the face of the white tenderness turned black
And you once saw my father Saeed
the traveler’s resting place, and the season of poets
for it was like spring, woe to her
like the day, uninhibited
Prince Muhammed has passed away, she left
the marrow of these blessings
and eternity is a country, move around
It is their days that the elves move
Emir Muhammed is the one who is polite
Verbal in good and bad times
king, If swords cover his face,
The bathroom covered the souls of the enemies
I swear by his strength and his permission
in people, Divide severity and prosperity
the hearts of the worlds were filled with his action
Mahmoud out of his fear and hope
The richest group of Tayyi that it has made
ancient fathers to sons
If they were proud of him, they would not be proud.
As old as they died from the heights
They ascended the mountains of you, as if
hills of the sanctuary, withered, and hira
And they rained in the store above you,
Purer and fresher than the slips of water
And you secured Muhammad’s vengeance on them.
stuttering dog, and betray the living
What will your sword keep from guiding, or smell
in a significant harvest, shed blood
until you sufficed them who sufficed you from
the adverb order, And you fulfilled any loyalty
You still knock on your door with canna,
And you visit him in a ferocious raid
until you took the blade of your sword by force,
From him who fainted at the allies
take away the slander, It is his decision,
And you made him a flag in Samarra
no fear left of your strength to be grafted
to fly in a vowel, nor express
and saw him continually on his sticks,
like the planets of Gemini
staring at the sun, erected upon him,
in the trunks like a chameleon
and reached the land of rum and many
Azza ruins, in loa tima
each day you may have had a stroke
their wombs, of your Ashura war
You made it easy for every grieving,
And they filled the breadth of all space
With horses bearing every disheveled shield,
And the insertion continues with the Isra’
and bands rushing in, if i throw up
them in the midst of the rage
it seemed to him like a firefly
the darkness of night enveloped him
they walk in spurts, as if they were,
in every battle, final text
oozing eggs, on the sleeve, curiosity
The mirage streamed with a deserted desert
If the teeth mix with them, you will leave them
In it there are silhouettes of planets in water
sons of death knocking their souls
under spermatozoa, every day we meet
In a viewer the darkness beats its flame
thunderbolts of resolve and opinions
I slashed on the edges of the canna,
bare antique vintage
And if he slowed them down for a while,
they would turn away from him, and they are waterless
So if you leave him to judge for his time
you have annihilated his soldiers
crippled by his followers, and left him
to die in the morning and evening
Even if the iron sips, melt it
With the fire from his sighs of breath