God does not go away, In our days, Al-Moudi,
Nor the exaggeration of passion in the wilderness
The grandmother of black hairs returns it
White follows the passage of black and white
If there was ignorance in a dream, a reward would have passed.
I did not blame the gray hairs in my speech and my thoughts
that miser, what i got to spend
about her, Nor did Masoud prevent it from me
its spectrum hurts me, I want him
I have a ball of tears expelled
If love blunts in my opinion, You were raised
a moment of deafening boulders
The stubborn researcher has taught me what suffices me,
And it became clear to the uninitiated that he had not been
I do not praise a person to the best of his ability
Nile, breaks from the edges of a boulder
suffice me with a good deed
the extent of riches, And by Mahmoud’s action
cloudy wetness, if it rains his hand,
his talents came, before appointments
rich in wisdom, if mentioned
to him they threw the reins of reins
envied, As if the rewards refused
to exist, eternity, Except when envied
And I will hunt the cheek from the multiplication of its affliction,
The dew is the fishing gear of the masters
Grant us Jafar, deliver us generosity.
and a house of glory to you will be returned
If the rain sparred his saliva,
Your kindness to me is ungrateful
And if I only asked for your grace, I would seek refuge,
I kept asking for something that wasn’t there
love, and a gift from you that I received,
And the Lord is given an unrequited seed
As you turn to the east, abusive
in coins, Night and hand sorrels
qinsreen left hearts
wounded, eyes of stalking
You bestowed upon them good deeds, all of them
in the case of servile length, sluggish
and if you spent, and did not act politely,
about the abscess, You did not turn away from the goodness
Amusement is not far away in our days Al-Moudi – Al-Buhturi poet
