A brother of mine from the Persians passed away – the poet Al-Buhtari

A brother of mine from the Persians has judged
His hands exalted my wife and my pilgrim
Enough with his sweet sea, filtered,
And the canons of the hardest paths were mentioned
And as for al-Sidqi. as he desires,
hard to ascend, MR therapy
I milked him with praise, please excuse me,
clear the apostles, moody sweetener
rhyme like peace, outnumbered
night’s stars, ignite the diaji
And the greatest plan, and the manifest of unrighteousness,
Slashes of pearls are guided by glass