Your country has taken the place of mine,
And I see your child has become without mine
Even as if I didn’t throw my country away, and why?
gloat about the passing away of my bliss is my jealousy
and you promised, In my life there is an obstacle
me to fulfill that promise
And double the promise you made
That which you have given is a resurrected grandfather
see the intercessor, and you commanded me,
Please get it to Ahmadi
And if the sick wears away more than he complains,
the rewards of the slaves were not sown in it
Your country has taken the place of my country – the poet Al-Buhtari
