We have an unjust owner
He does not defile us with a dirty seat
It cost us a daughter
If he ever sees an arrow,
shake hands with him after arresting me
It’s full of stained arms
He wants to get out of his heart
The sweetness found by it has been established
If a slave is staked in his back
Sublime with a hose or a snuff
Fuck him whenever he raises it
Saw it for those who nick so extravagant
He is pleased to point out or flaunt
If he stands in his hand and swells up
The pleasure of the loyal moon is upon him
Adele finally got a Shah Rookh
Prostitution and its causes
And it comes out of the other slashed
The loyalty of Bani Hashem praises
What is the bone in them in the brain?
How can he deviate from a doctrine?
If he takes another
Solids from the cold did not dissolve
And raw from the country has not been cooked
We have an unjust owner, Yaza – the poet Al-Buhtari
