Behind me, O Azoul Al-Ashaib – Poet Al-Buhtari

Behind me, O greyish souls
At a cost of humiliation after graying of the melts
Did you not know that there is no woman on earth?
It is based on the moderation of sects
I would like to take the place of the planets
Farther from me than reaching the ankles
And so like a pesky so short,
Blaming the stallion is one of the wonders
Aren’t you if you distinguish a soul and an element?
From promising false waste
A blame like you is not permissible for someone like you
The addressee’s speech has worsened
I left boyhood and canceled before their end
And he left them to me between calamities
On keeping the covenant of love in every homeland
The lovers forget the remembrances of the beloved
O Vinegar that is not forsaken
And it’s makourah from the repulsions of the side
How do I see the world with the eyes of its closeness?
And there is no sin in it for the lover who suffers
I have wronged you if the full moon looks like you
And in the sun on the day of dawn among the clouds
Because each of them has a time of absence
And that you are not absent, you are not absent
And that the face of the full moon is erased and smeared
And your face has no flaws
And if you measure many advantages,
to you it ended, I’m tired of every computer
I am not the people of our life and our happiness
Dear young people, accidents are most likely
And our awareness in its shade is all for a purpose
From living exceeded the sublime demands
It is if the grandfather was in its time
Your Excellency, the good women, achieve the gains
And from where, if the joke is over, it will come to an end
From me the soul is in cover for obscenity, an eyebrow
Cups of redwoods refuse to meet
If you get carried away and worry in the chest of a mustache.
We gathered and the morning pilots spoke
Us and her between the pinnacles and eyebrows
Every pleasure is in singing and singing
With thanks and feasibility for everyone willing
I forgive you, for blaming you is too bad
I fit every side
I knew my time, so I apologized for his war
And when I put on the clothes of a warrior,
And I tried until I see eternity in the setting
Ali Seraf was not inevitable with bad consequences
And I was not tempted by Hassan Al-Mabadi
From the cat is doomed to bad consequences
If only it was a bearish expectation
If the abominations of misfortunes suffice me,
It made strange nights
Sourced in Mothers of Strangers
He took over, and eternity became completely evil
Honestly, no streak of goodness
If we examine in detail from it an example
We are unable to finish before collecting defects
And if we confine ourselves to describing a sentence
indicate detail, We are doing our duty
However, the slightest saying about it is wasted
How to say the most honest and close?
And greater than his injury to me
On the words of truthful and not false
His crime was to humiliate myself and myself
Ali, it was the end of misfortunes
My brother, Abi Ishaq, my soul is sacrificed
And the head of the remains of every free and writer
So was the grace of God completed
By ridding me of my talents
Here is what his master has bestowed upon him
It is more inclusive of desires
I make him happy with fasting and breaking the fast next
And every time has come and gone
And tell my brother about me a sincere article
He and this without the least relatives:
For my life, you have been faithful to me who wants me
And the enemies came back to me unattended
If you are the friend of the friend, you are my friend
And if I get used to the enemy, then he comes back to me
It does not prejudice an embassy between us
The place of Ibn Ismail Onsi and my companion
Yes, we choose both worlds
What did they get from all the tax cuts?
On the intent to perpetuate the evil of both of them together
To understand him he did the positions
And Abdoun was not worldly and descending
Except for a sign on earth from every side
The world tells us of its excessive humiliation
On God in the times of those planets
And if eternity hears admonition with logic
I would have hurt him to the point of blame
But forever the bastard king is down
And its easts are connected to the Maghreb
So the people of her people and her country are full of people
He singled out those of her destinies with curses
It is eternity that has exalted Abu Jahl who
I obey in the land of the most generous
What happened in spelling until I insisted on it?
To the fire after the sharp swords
You see people obey my son Nizar, but
You see, my son Nizar obeyed Fihr and Ghaleb
From the automatic Hashemites whenever they come near
To Hashem, they were singled out for the highest virtues
And if they descended in lineage after Hashim
With your belly, rise in glory, the highest ranks
And if they came to the left, they would gain the upper hand
And they won a successful mug without disappointment
And only the Most High have insulted them, It is my father
He has nothing but the best of the whirlwinds
They are ahead of the race but their enemy
Skate if you can’t run milkshakes
Are we not loyal to them, the loyalty of their children?
We are not loyal to them, the loyalty of the warrior
For them we are the offspring of Hussain and Tahir
for me, For enemies the offspring of hardships
If people are not honorable, they are sublime to their king
And thanks and races when appropriate
Hashem became ill after all of that
The hump of Al-Ula is above the peaks and the westerns
To them the humiliation of hard glory, back up
And others refuse to humiliate a rider
And their justice from the end of glory is an accident
With their actions, they are taking old positions
And they usurped a king for eighty Hajjs
And their glory blinds the hands of every usurper
Their praises are in every op and destination
The stirrups sing over the stirrups
Make them the house of prophecy a home
His succession among the piercing stars
The houses of people’s kings are built in the ribs
Hashem built her house in the planets
Their lives stood on all praise
And their death stood for every mourner
And if God, the Most High, forbade his destiny
And they were the rulers of those timbers
They were the choice of all ignorance.
Their shoulders in glory are the highest afflictions
And Islam gave them all leadership
And among them are the flags above the observer
And they were the protectors of the people in every fear
And their goodness in the gravel or in the alleyzab
They overflow what blew by wasp and north
And they did not see boys and girls
They have a fixed superstructure flag
Bkfi cream for makarim nasb
The king of the age of evil ascends their glory
my hand is down, Oh for the canna and the hats
Until God shows him his power
The impregnability of the mountains threatens the sediment
God has an infinite plus praise.
And the dog has a fleeting ego that is not paid