pain spectrum, and alive at his sight,
He would have cured the meaning from his hesitation
passing through the sand, Yuri from his handicap,
between its lower valleys, and find him
He roamed the land from my side Idham,
Until he was guided to throw the heart at his destination
disobeyed his prohibition, get into it
a teardrop
poured with sharpeners from sickness, and buried
to him and his kinship, and his estranged
and hold my heart, if he obeys me,
for a signifier, gharib al-hasan singular
For the love of the purest of the white cheeks,
Saggy eyelids as the tip of the black tip
Like a dune in its accumulation,
like a penis flexed in its perineum
to rhyme hastily,
between his exemplary conduct, and expelled him
by virtue of the goodness of his bounties,
And about its valleys in feasibility and its promise
The redeemer, the kings of the Persians are submissive
For his branch that is high and united among them
And the ascendant has the honor of the sublime, compliant
his wounds and his immortal
the ends of our utmost hopes, promised us the
Great as close as we hope, and drove him away
We resume the long and wide grace of
his innocence, The white hand is from his hand
If people blame our lives for his generosity,
Or make people come back in its renewal?
If men masturbate when they are on their way,
overflowed his hands, I grew up in his praise
never thankful, Except for a day
Vienna, And we do not hope for him but tomorrow
shines in the trace of kindness, rejoicing,
Like a full moon and fully fulfilled its happiest time
If you come to him in a hopeful quest,
I saw the source of my command before its source
O Master of Hungarian his creatures
on his precedents, and anointed him
you are the generous, You made a beginner
a promise, And every one is generous at his time
And the son of David is tall, you know him,
If you don’t accept it and loosen it from your contract
The spectrum of pain came alive when he saw it – the poet Al-Buhtari
