I saw the flower of Riyadh rejoicing in its light – the poet Al-Buhtari

I saw Riyadh purifying its light
dressed up for the feast
The clouds are seen in the dark circles, and they have passed
and arranged in its papers pearls of dell
And the newborn eggs stared like dolls
in their perfidy
Incubators for chopsticks in the splendor of the morning
Resonates the melodies with sign and form
slender footnotes slender
With a momentary negative of the heart and the mind
Dhowar grew out of Hashem, swear by
To the star, a lofty dignity, the Seal of the Apostles