I got close to the generous act of Yedaka – the poet Al-Buhtari
she approached, From the dignified deed, Yadaka,
He distanced himself from those who demanded Madaka
he greeted, father of Noah, to build the hill,
Your two delegations from the end of time apart from you
I wish spring love,
I used to take care of the spring, your brother
And I see you with an eye that does not turn away
notice it, only to your eyes
Why Madame was late for a young woman,
they resolved to wake up, And they hope for your grandfather
You made the clouds watered early and shortened
about them, or tumble, watering you
what was greed towards the muzn before it
in his calling, before nadaka
and you have a net, as if its breeze
who knew you well, Jamil Thanak
As if your evil is in the rays of their cups,
When you rolled in the palms of darkness
eyes shine bright, if she looks
messengers, And drink it on your thighs
The nadeem sings our talk
with your merits, you weren’t the same