illusion of the spectrograph,
Draw an eye for her, and how?
I blame it more on her whim,
ride, on a dam, stand
behind her a dune shivering,
Awakens her weak waist
And a rod shook in her cold
a mild one who has been judged
a maid in the women’s rod,
as if it were lightness and summer
Asbah in Al-Harith bin Ka’b
mound, on a pedestal, mnif
Desires are made in his wake,
And the dreaded event insures
God is the servant of any ingenuity,
lose the weight of thousands
You see the evasion of all people,
and they are on its tributary,
you are honored, and ascend over you
championship, that honorable
their usefulness to every living thing,
so childbirth, and this is funny
Bit and Wali al-Sawad is like me,
His gentle righteousness unites us
is hospitable, and became a guest,
So the guest and the host suspected