O Abu Jafar! in any place
lost my mind, lost my tongue
and praise you for nothing, But
Delirium from a free poet
What do I blame the meanness of what happened?
to you, But I blame the mother
With what sorrow are the widow's tears folded,
and hope for an unfailing air
Let death assassinate whoever willed, it
Today's dress is the one for whom temptations fear
And there was no one who was terrified to be afraid of,
And there is…
