In your eyes is the affliction of the hostage heart – Al-Buhtari poet
With your eyes the stinginess of the hostage heart,
excessive recurrent tears
and you have listened to the slanderers, until
I made some corners for them
And if you had a boy out of his whim
It would be justice if you would not desert me
I looked, How many times did you look at me?
The full moon came upon the boughs
a curmudgeon I gave up
succumbing to diabetes, or mad
By God, what hearts meet
nightlife
And the family despaired of Fouad
immersed in his temptation, stubborn
who amazes her love, I will
I’ve had enough of what afflicts me
Wali between Al-Qusour to Quwaiq
pet friendly, and queued me
mentioning it every time,
And knocking on his spectrum at all times
he carried the caliphate independently
with it, And by His manifest right therein
He rots religion and the world with an opinion,
God’s pleasure in this world and religion
His goodness took his utmost wishes,
and his deed was believed
What joy and goodness is in eternity,
And what is to live in the low and the soft?
And the hand of the esteemed was not created except
Praise be to the precious danger
terrified money I laughed, if not
Tomorrow rejoiced, bulge of the forehead
Amen God, And the given is the inheritance of the
Amen, And the owner of the mother country
the various conquests followed the
places in Uday, various arts
so you don’t give good tidings to me
submissive enemy to you, servile
planetary flight, and the horses of Moses,
The madness of war excites the customer
And in the land of Dayyam there are dead men,
The system of easy ones and sorrows
The greatness of the Romans was greatly shocked
of the fetal events
By the grace of God, you have no doubt,
And your wind I meant the Hand of the Mennon
You have triumphed over the foes with the adversaries,
rum morning under a mill
kill each other by hitting
crankshaft, and affairs
For the bodies are then without heads
collapsed, And swords without eyelids
So long as Abd Allah Badr Al
crouched in his light, the dungeons greeted
slandered by the protagonist, when it seems,
tamed it with its fortified stronghold
the eyes turn a blind eye to the majestic
reverence in his reverence, rakein
a horse, blinded us,
and did not reveal the longing of the two
I thought it pleased my friend,
So conjecture precedes certainty
I was to him in an intercessory promise,
I succumbed to him in my inner success
And the guardian of honor is like a rag
seduced, He sees dates as debts
I reached Yunus bin Bagha Habali,
I rejoiced because of the solid cause
you gave me the highest place
honorable in your place
And I’m not afraid that I can’t suffer
of the necessities, it became my helper
and my hand, I have commanded
to him today, in your right hand