These people quarrel about me, piously,
So what is the matter with this Tahrir and Bali?
slander me, Even as if not a seafarer
My Father, And Ibn Hammam Ibn Murrah, my uncle
My brother and my cousin’s qualities beat me
to honor, my traits preceded him
Banu al-Harith, the bayonet, cheat his victory
With every bass in arms throughout
These are a people whose secrets you are equal,
And they bought them in Soud and Maal.
their homes in the two ghouta, your home
you are irrigated with suffocation
They have fresh olive leaf, and you have
Two veins of a tamarisk flank a lost one
my pores see you in the morning, I missed
in a poetic sentence, It is a financial sentence