What a foolishness is the day of Al-Abayrak Umm Helm – the poet Al-Buhtari
i’m sorry, the day of al-Ablaq, mother dream
quarter standing, Or crying over a drawing?
And the gray-haired man cannot be seen
apparel for straying, no mark
My accident days tell me that I’m
I left the pleasure, at my feet
I was fascinated by the secrecy, even like me
I was folded in the grudge of religion or grief
If you receive the rupture of the bones, it
The scream of my heart since you were on my body
And my count of innocence is a thickening analogy.
From love it grows its managers and does not deaf
If you go back to the length of the hijra
I receded something from weariness to sickness
She claimed that she will succeed as long as she comes,
And he thought it was a difference in that claim
My boyfriend! There is no cure for the air,
And there is no hope of success, who blessed
Our eyes are on a wandering heart,
an eye, If we neglect her, she will take care of me
I bent a groin around me, and became buildings,
Defending Donnie from her olfactory syllables
And my grandmothers have not lowered my first-born,
nor disrupted her feathers, her account is my arrow
and I am unrequited, on every bumblebee,
Bennasr, a cousin carrying a sword, or an uncle
And the slumber of the colt did not make me happy when it grew
for him, If the colt had given up on me,
The Sultan has been guided to maturity, as we grow
more merciful than the children of Quturbul, bloody
If the world opposes him in his opinion,
I testified that ignorance is better than knowledge
And the cursed hath decided to wither, and he has
Khosrau’s ammo
If a person does not make his wealth an excuse
To Suddah, count his riches out of nothingness
mediator of low assets, as if
They raise the nuggets of Madamah with slander
The bad times did not affect the high,
And they did not come down to the honorable rulings.
And the sign of the dew has been lifted from their door,
As it was lifted, forgotten, the verse of stoning
reproach myself, and despise them
they thought me, and transcends my destiny
Were it not for Abu al-Saqr, the most destructive of his existence,
satisfied me, and confined to my
He is Al-Musqalli, in the polish of his forehead
Evacuating the darkness when it covers the injustice
by which I have had the fortune that I had at first,
I realized what I had realized from my opponent
the daughters of eternity repel some predestination
swarms of blood
And he knows me his kindness, when you slept
They see disobedience to money that they know my science
Talents do not seek to build a land
On, And no medicine can tell her in my name
If a promise turns down his equipment,
I know of them those who grieve and do not bleed
And what the ministry revealed from him, he turned to me
A debt on the clear, nor a reckless arrow
many points of view, infatuated with him,
to an infinite number, bundle pictures
flexor branches, what stuns her,
A bright look at the first moment
When does he bear grudge against people who deviate?
To peace if they were saved by the misdemeanour of peace
And if they knew that death would befall them
pleased him, So they regret the poison
The brother of righteousness is the most difficult thing to fear,
from the sword, The least fear of sin
And he was not affiliated with Wa’il in Wusha,
And the one who hit the house did not spend the night in Surm
Your father, who exalted me, bargained
Bassama when he responded to a crime
And if it wasn’t for him, he would have shouted a reward.
disabled and stood in the oath compound
So whoever of it is naked has already been clothed
Jahm is outwardly visible and the sons of Jahm
And what are you with the dew?
Awaiting the blame and not the slightest offense
As if a hand has not dispensed with you in vain,
earth hand, The sky rejected her without a doubt
As if you are from a single leopard of people
And the rest of those who come to the world are from leprosy
and how much you kept me from bearing an accident,
And Surat al-Ayyam grieved to the bone
As if we were an enemy that met each other
We built the house, but your fine increased in my sheep
I fight a people, I do not take pleasure in their misfortune,
But I throw at people whom you throw
The Udaya would like you if you were to follow their path,
Where is the building of the heights from the demolition?
Is it possible for the enemy to establish a virtue?
It was raised to the beholders with the star