Double my anguish and my sorrows – Al-Buhtari poet

doubled my grief and my sorrows,
He deserted me and my brothers
He who angered me would throw
in justice to satisfy me
and for the nights in their expenses
two judgments, while we raised two
And in the sermons of eternity, if you are searched,
Ta’man from witnessing and sermons
And the habit of the days in doing them
mix evil and goodness
those lofty dependence upon
Ayoubhan bin Solomon
against a person who was not wrapped in a sud
faint-heartedness
then gone, and the goodness follows him
Neither the first nor the second
Patience, Aba Al-Abbas, be patient with me
dilemma of shame
And a catastrophe that brings its consequences
the mortal tears