a little

Ibn Amr, the good in you is little. The suspicion and the conjecture lied about you Whoever carries you a book So my writing to you is a long way And my Messenger is a moment that scratches your words If there is no messenger for you Don't…

O daughter of Al-Amiri, how little The living call to prayer, speak to me, by leaving I have heard the raven making a clear promise, and in support of your junctional cord How can I indulge you, not how, the baboon Tomorrow we will descend…