How many nights with bells and arcades
Kalim throws waves on waves
Falzo and the auspicious josq meet me
Cognitive
Secretly, my secret is my secret and Samarni
To banish worry from my heart by taking out
You called her a twig like a twig that attracts him
Two huge sandbags shivering
Like a face and hair wearing it
Badr breath in the darkness of dag
And Sinan slackens from the coldness of Simtin
Clear and ivory apple on the chest
Seeking as pure musk crumbs
As if she was prepared from the ditch of Udag
I’m still in the good deeds of the night in leisure
Until the eyes of the morning bothered me
I wanted to surprise him, and the sugar would fool him
That he was saved while he was from me other than what he crowned
He kept irrigating with Muzn water, unfortunately
In response and slaps a preamble with a preamble
How many nights have bells and galleries – Poet al-Buhturi
