If eternity bends from my arrow, it does not reach – the poet Al-Buhturi

If time turns from my arrow and does not arrive,
received from my hand, you didn’t get it
I thanked him for knowing me
reprehensible
Son of the Ruler, I have slowed your quest,
And I did not want you in exchange for people
Your days are my days, that modified
Millie, And your country is one of the nations
I have made you cry in ripe greens,
I walked from your side in a fertile torrent
People disguised themselves to people who knew,
And that was not the case of Abu Ishaq
If God increases him in abundance, he increases us in good.
of his opinion, As if it is still
We will return to you on the path you started with,
we mess with your first morals
I leave the plain of your goodness to follow him,
I will seek the most captive to the mountain
Yes, I found the one who was separated, not praised by me
His pasture is what praises the forbidden at length
Shorter in my opinion if I rise from you tomorrow,
And a night passed after you, he didn’t look
And if I had streaks, it would still attract me.
If the dew of your palms were from my mind
what happened to you, were it not for what is next to him,
sarcastically, from ignorance and miserliness
How can I voluntarily look at a country,
May my despair be higher than my hope
the saint came, so he wet the earth,
And I yielded from it what led to wetness
I asked, What was given to me willingly,
And it was worthy to be given, I did not ask
I cast my guess, Do not sin against him,
Admire the mistakes of Ram from Bani Thul
I walk as long as you stay in it
I assure myself that I may be more efficient with my traveler
and perhaps the invaders deprived their sheep
In the invasion, then they hit the sheep in the lock
East and West, and the two covenants made a covenant with
You demanded in the humiliation of Al-Ayn Al-Dhaml
And do not say of various nations, no flats,
The earth is made of soil, and people are made of man