Salaah How did you miss the Wisala – the poet Al-Buhtari

I asked her how you lost the connection,
And the ropes of our affection broke out
And she sacrificed the Levant, seeing it as forbidden
my connection, and deserted me halal
Does Belle tell me: hijra
wanted to avoid, motherfucker
I mentioned the bann’s penis when
she seemed to skew, in goodness, illusions
vibrating and turning,
and utter it in a stanza, equilibrium
I have a liver that softens the injury
And you refuse to be in love with nothing but a kindness
And an eye that does not give me a spill,
And a heart that does not delude me
And the informers knew the firmness of the vow
This is the covenant that I desire right now
And I did not cease to call upon Layla,
on hate slander, I will not remove
I did not count my fondness for her as foolishness,
Nor did I find the old one misguided
prince of believers, and you are satisfied
Servants of Allah, with God, Immediately
You returned the debt safely, securely,
And before you, he was degrading and humiliating
If the caliphs counted a proud day,
and showed their glory, Sana and a long
I became a danger to them, and remembrance
and over them, And honor them effectively
And the parts of the earth were not counted, until
possessed the plain, from them, and the mountains
With a face that fills the world with light,
And stop filling the world with money
I see the new year ran with happiness
And the condition of the best for you while now
a revelation that overtakes us from the suburbs,
as the clouds perceive, if you follow
It improves my praise in you that,
When I prepare for you I find an article
I am not guilty of shortening my gratitude,
The heavy manna bore me
You have praised me in honor and west,
You have given me prestige and money
and what I hope for is more than what I hope,
and I hope to call you, if you follow
If your hands precede you to an offering,
we have your back, and the prolongation
And if you make it easy for the good in word,
You are following the effective saying
I saw Yemen and blessings when
I saw the whiteness of your face, and the crescent