I said to the sinner in the pit, look up.
Don’t underestimate the taste of something you haven’t tasted
The soul is astonished by the perjury,
The pleasure of the soul in perjury of insomnia
the elite of eternity, if eternity is clear,
reunite, If the reunion is separated
The boy was fined, he paid his debt,
night of promise, umm al-taif road
the meeting does not delight, If it’s not
evoke delicious longing for the embrace
if it were, in embracing it,
in the language of the host, and increased the starting point
she looked able to suffice
every heart, in the air, hung up
said a hero, And the opinion came from
He did not say that the mint is in the stare
if you are reckoned
For a pigeon, so count those who have fallen in love
The slanderer fills me with terror,
I mean the fabricated hadith
love her, or a difference from her desertion,
and frank humiliation is love, or separate
I leave the companion, I do not humiliate him,
unrepentant, is scattered
And I see destitution more difficult with the young man
affluent, treat him with antiseptic
there is nothing in it that tempts him,
If you say: shriveled up, He said: Burnt
the more sympathy the more profitable,
after you throw out the twilight vinegar
the colt humiliated, What do you make of it?
acquire it with acceptance, tactful
and brotherhood from him if he is offered to
Sell in the three market what we spent
As if the dawn is coming
ugly in bet, or preceded
He claims to be a present sodomy,
And the boy shaved off that throat
increases his shortcomings
Dish, ride it after a dish
the ugliness of the face would reward us, Lost
Cursed us increased the ugliness of character
ifk science, if he had told us
The word sincerity is what makes us believe
coercion in his offense will intercede for him
according to scornfully, check
unknown birds, all of which
He grazes in the theater of slander and delivers
pedigree in cage, or her bars,
borrowed a patch from each slit
And if he disobeys him at all,
Shana did not agree with the dish
lukewarm in the ground, don’t raise it
a clot in which it coagulates, or uplift
master of good things and his benefit,
and judged as the twilight passed
his palms were shattered, without who
be desired, slam the door slam
If we asked him to drip from his saliva,
It was found deeper than the well
We did not come across a trait we praise
Has, change the road signs
Do not be surprised to see his seal,
And upon him is coarseness that trusts in God
If we whistle in the water, and lo
pass by the braying donkeys
if savage walks, yell to
a tithe, or died tunneled
family bonded, versed, supervising
a drowsiness from it, head and neck
Neither the caravan is numbered nor the
digested wonder, nor the face was created
It is true that his slaves did not
get away from a nest, or who stole
blue eye, and his creativity
to see blue in red eyes
saddle or stop the wall
an intention from a town that was not watered
And if taken prisoner to indecency,
take the uppercut, or the neck
Do not follow any of his goodness
Ice the mortgage, so let it be closed
he was a hireling, annihilated
his month, or was a slave then stay
If we reckon with him and him,
We would have disbelieved that we were deprived and provided for.
the world makes mistakes, in the
Whoever is not at the bottom of the tunnel
he was living dead, out of thirst,
the superiority of what remains dead from drowning
So, if he is poor or rich,
Sustained with a sack or a fool
I came out of the Mochaladians for amusement,
Like the seashells clap
If what we have ascending is fulfilled,
we went up, from high, In sight
his destiny is above his fortune,
luck is not taken right
hasten the promise, or overtake him,
Neil if the sword had outrun
shook his dew, cloaked
paper of praise, furnishing is coming
I don’t accept a tremor he brings
A twig if not the tip of the paper
firm, succumbing to it
scatter the king, if it flew flat
For kings in the heights of the grave,
it fell far from the market
Glory has overwhelmed the villages of their hosts,
And the rivers of the Nile are abundant
one of them is considered a category
a multitude, the eye is the eighth of paper
follow the straightforward approach,
in the meantime, the most difficult verb
take over, without stir-fry,
Shock flags falsely disappear
does not like rags, except in the dark,
Giving oneself to death is a breach
Indian works, reddish antelope
in it, and linear yellowish clumps
besieged the enemies, in his power,
nail, if the star were to follow
a slave to be set free
Among them is eternity and free enslavement
begging for forgiveness vehemently, Nor
Darkness blows in him to anger
following every strait an opening,
catch every breath
I said to the blamers in the well, the horizon – the poet Al-Buhturi
