Do you see a load that cannot carry itself?
The calendar of the death of Ibn Abd al-Wahed
led the men over the children, and what I see
That the pimp has the wages of the lord
I found his workmanship, and he closed his eyes
What do you see, the eye of the jihadist advice?
Bad hope for the girl to protect her,
And what is sought for righteousness is a corrupt matter
I was amazed at the son of the satrap and he singled him out
Good my attitude and my sights
if you still have it, and if you loved him,
I have wrongdoing, or meditate
I lost a trait in her memorization,
I was the enemy, despite the nose of the envious
elongated as if you were ascending,
Orb is an honorable man from my son As’id
I hate you and you are not one of me
Instead, a fair boat or a distance
And know that you are one of many,
multiplied, and that I am one of one