I admire from the clouds, how do I refuse, so I will be cleared – Al-Buhtari poet

Admire the clouds, how I refuse, so it is cleared.
And the good of life, how did you become free and returned?
were it not for the deceased, the one who swears by it,
What was narrowed by the days, what expanded
bereavement, out of trouble
If eternity knew in it, what would they have done?
Abu al-Qasim held al-Jala on a nerve.
If they try to be patient in it, then refrain from it
The obituary of the two martyrs is tomorrow
for a vexatious cause, in the East, high
The valley’s angels travel to the news,
the sons of suwaid are devoted to it together
they hide what they find, and between them
is found, If they put out a bright light,
to weep guests in you, bewildered
its causes, And I beg of you to be cut off
how to forget, And you have not taken any danger,
And do not forget the prohibitions out of fear or greed.
Do not think that I have forgiven your sins, nor
I remained deceived in the hope of eternity
I sought my excuse for endurance if
I praised his goal and grief if it worked
a breath with which I pioneered crossbreeding,
She did not see a richer skin, no panic
it cost her patience, she refused reluctance,
and forgave you, it cost her the alarm
And the tears flow when you run high
refused to return, And if you shoot him, he rushes
disguised life, until I pissed him off
comes orderly, And his class comes to shine
And made you forget the many sermons of eternity,
He is not terrified of speech, if it pops up
Say to my father Salih, either you offered him,
People praise Him, and listener
The time has come for patience to see its reward,
And he is fond of heaps of tears to supplicate
The brother’s loss of a gram is fine, and in
He has lost beauty, and they are following the shadows.
Both are a hated burden, if they parted,
So how is the weight of the two of them, if they come together?
The calamity in the high is not past destiny,
Rather, the calamity is in the rest
Crying over the past is an honor
if it was past, if you cried him, back
dyspraxia is thrown in anticipation
received, And the end of the fate is to fall
And in your father is comforter on behalf of your brother, if
you think about it, And in the delegation that followed
they and us alike, but they are
sacrifice for us an ancestor, so that we may follow them
He has returned in the calamity of the days, their wickedness,
If you are not immersed in it, nor udders,
determination from you, if you swallow it, you will,
And the corner of Radwa, if you bore it with a rib