Abraham! call back
for your good opinion, deceased
The mischief of the evening was revealed to me,
The manifestation of the side of the long shadow
and darker between us what was light
On the moments of the rupture of the column
And in your eyes I see a translation
denotes malice, and the vengeful
and morals, I made a soft pledge from her,
It became like cast iron
I am inclined to you with close affection,
You take me far away,
What was my fault that he was my cousin?
but you, Your return was not mine
If your Iraq is far from my country,
As you distanced your grandparents from mine
I had no intention of choosing you,
And God was the first of slaves
and made in my opposition to a people,
And some made for a distant reason
Are you not ashamed of the praise of a bracelet?
as you, in the abyss and in the abyss
would you like it to you in wonder,
With its preferred essence in the anthem
built for you a stronghold in poetry,
And I kept a mention of you in the poem
And you see me when the cup turns
Snaps coming in the mail
a godfather knocks on the seated ones
Ali as if it were firewood
and object if I exalt something
with them, They bore witness to me and they were my witnesses
And I have no power to prevent you from me,
Nor do I shelter in a hard corner
only a flame that the heat is afraid of
a flame, no let-up
And if I will, and you nurture,
On, I have a retweeted revolution
You have wronged a brother if he sought victory
He conquered you from rhymes in soldiers
The stars of creation have all risen,
So she came with the bad and the happy
And you made me a contract otherwise,
And God said: fulfill the contracts
I repent to you out of miserliness,
funny in brotherhood, childbirth
And I thank you for the blessing of my knowledge
that fulfillment today is affectionate
I will be sorry, and be reprimanded
without threatening, and the menace
I will preserve from you what you have lost from me,
In spite of the sweeper and the envious
I saw firmness in a swift chest,
If I took the end of the roses
And if the friend saw my prayer,
trade, I came back to the battlefield
Peace every time you say peace
Ali Sa`d, may God bless him and grant him peace
A boy who made fanaticism for the Almighty
and directed affection towards the friendly
And perpetuated his glory among the rhymes
And some poetry hoped for immortality
So it appeared in my wildest thoughts,
I didn’t notice for a moment more
and how can that be, and every day
meet me with a new favor
Ibrahim Dawah Mustaded – Poet Al-Buhtari
