There is no tumble blew, nor tarry,
responds to someone who slanders
If your tears are dear in any fees, film
pours upon her, I have tears of humiliation
Have you ever given me a look, so you see
in sand
Urge the cores with a sharpness that has no homeland
except for the nuclei, And beauty has no brains
Bani Zurarah has no price
please have you, And all of it is wrong
but Iram perished before you,
because they were admonished forever, So what did they say?
They are with the Arrows. as if you were
You do not know that the time does not turn
I have warned you of an accident that bleeds his imagination,
The feat of it was an accident that fell
This is the son of Yusuf in Saraan Dhul-Jab.
In it are the deer, the canna, and the plots and tricks.
He invaded you with hearts that have no fault
from behind, And swords have no defect
It was fire, and the bones of the army were divided
stomata, Except for his friends
How is he driving at night in zajal?
from a soldier, What is something other than zajal?
And your prostitute, then lineage towards you
By honor, go ahead and bereaved, the madness
And he sided like the siding of mud. follow him
An opinion in which the grave event is minimized
drag the spears into the spear trail, so
for your survival, or by
If you are a state that lasts, what broke,
About like his prayer, days, and countries
God God! Stop your opponent
Abo Saeed, and hit the heads of controversy
seize the peace, The war promises you
a day, Siphon and the camel shall return to him
right Now, And the excuse is easy for the one who is excused
and security is the future, pardon is accepted
And do not be deceived by his waste
by permission until the lords and the nobles are equal
If it is visible, then the sun is apparent.
Or it was vulgar, so the corner is vulgar
The narrator who is at the head of your stall is long,
The difficult is not made easy until the length is short
Moses went along, and followed his death
If it is strong, then the spear is moderate.
and hoped the snow, And Gemini is flaming
in nagar, This mistrust and hope
And at a disease, if you browse it
bocrates said: The egg and tuberculosis medicine
And the cross of Ibn Ashut is not more secure than that
two towers cross, they emptied him, wrangle
hail carries it from the furthest reaches to
lower Iraq quickly, her heir hastily
With the secret of the one who sees a fallen one, you attract him
the hands of the North are curious, They are all favourites
chant a yellow flag you reckon
azide, Colored by Huns and Paralysis
Yesterday the sun’s fire returned to its side,
about your door, In the rest, it burns
as if they rode for war, and it is theirs
item, So what has passed since it has been fulfilled, nor have they descended?
They varied between the nominative and the subordinate.
On the order of what they said and did
The Hajir returned their beards, after its flame,
They became black, and they became young after they had grown old
Ibn Amr saw the Commander of the Faithful, as such
The Kharijites said when they went astray and when they were ignorant
The traitor of the lion was named for him in a word
From the slanderous, and in the evening, and he is deceived
current arms and legs, if you believe
He has the desire to wish that he was broken
From under the door of the Levant in a group
captured, They wish they were killed
They disappeared from the earth, far away, delusion
In it, only books and messengers arrive
become the sky, and met them squarely,
And the sun cuts off from them when you call
They slandered Muhammad, the praised One, when they grew up
in a silent, undisturbed
If you go through the corners of the earth count
For you are its lasting traces, the plain and the mountain
a mourner with an opinion conveyed to him
those things, which no man slept
Familiar homeland does not attract its resolve,
Nor the deer that has kohl at its tip
Traveling. and his folds loosened
their prey, a resident and a traveler
craves for conquest, until his military doubted
in it, And they said, “Will I invade that one or lock it?”
You swear my oath on Surat Al-Anfal,
If the sheep and the supererogatory came to him
I am the son of your first grace that gave thanks
notify about it, And on the authority of its foxes
I say in you love that kept attracting me
To the praise, what pleases me by spinning
This, even if I said in you, I did not see
really spent, And I was not given what I asked