For your life, I left Najd – the poet Al-Sharif Al-Murtada

For your life, I left Najd – the poet Al-Sharif Al-Murtada

For your age, I left Najda

And my heart is held hostage

And what is after the sect of the people of Najd?

villages but wailing or groaning

And an eye that dried up tears

Beware that affairs are good

Its dryness and blindness, it was like an eye

We have no eyelids after parting

I wish the sabbah was a day of perdition

Morning lightened as the two cats

And let that be counted as one of them

They realized that their group is sad

I love you all, and the house of God, until

It is said – and they did not believe – madness

How much I denied your love, so he called

With tears shed by you

And the greatest that a companion will ever meet

I hope that a companion will leave him

How much love you have in my heart

It bothers me if the eyes calm down

I put down everything you were asked about

He also narrated about the tedious effort

I am not liable to death

Nor am I expressing it

Show us the place of justice for you

She has turned away from the debts

And don’t seem to be explicitly banned from you

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