Aba Jaafar Kol Akrumah – the poet Al-Buhtari

Abu Jafar every vineyard,
By your morals, eggs are woven
and yourselves, So what’s the matter?
you will be ignited by the scarcity of his face
How many slits are clogged with you,
How hard are you freed?
and I have a turmoil of Mahlilon
pure and mixed
And better than the joy of the two khula’at
they have, watering stigma