Is there a glimmering eye in every house of yours,
a heart, in the course of remembrance, beat
Yes, you wept for the people for an hour,
And without him, people of Layla Mafraq
on a dent in it, for diabetes mellitus,
The advantages of the days you love and be adored
I stood and stopped the air, the attitude of passion
The nights of the eternity of Finan are leafy
And Bethy moved a fourth of it, while he is still,
And my grandfather renewed her drawing while he was created
God has watered from time immemorial moist,
our air water, when sadness shines brightest
For nights we stole from eternity, after
light, with a ray of gray, scattered
I took care of Layla and Layla, what is cured
With the water of usury, he who spends the night in the water rises
The feast of Al-Iss knew that I
I’m brother If the gods sleep, and my neck
I do not accompany the remembrance if I mention it.
And if you chanted a rookie, and the night leaves
We came out with it in the eggs white, but we did not see the
performed, Except that she is more correct
smashed to Ibn al-Hashimiyyah
frowns, for pestilence, how do you get divorced
hardened by night, don kasan, you didn’t
his last, from the distance of its diameter, catch up
We intended for a place between Qom and Aba,
be gentle
where gifts flicker
to all the well, And the dates are separated
you preferred Hassan, and the shadow of Muhammad
Ghassan’s tiller, jilq’s father
homes, I don’t have a low voice
a stranger, And my share is not greater than theirs
have mercy upon us the night, and he is constipated,
And we woke up in the morning, and it was created.
I have a poet who knows that poetry is
will succumb to it, then drowns
I met his call in Iraq, and flashed
He has in the mountains a sheen that shines
generosity like sunshine, west
be alike in his age, and bright
If his morals were full of rain
a narrow valley of rain
It seemed as if the planet of goodness throbbed;
and asked him to inherit the means, unstuck
and spent on the heights, even counted it
From eternity he gives, or from eternity he spends
laugh at the heroes, and he terrifies them,
And the sword has a limit when it robs, and adornment
life and death are one and the same,
So is the immersion of water irrigated, and drowning
And in every case, glory shines upon him
He has a character in which you start to be created
do not, except by doing it, while laughing,
nor resolve, except his determination, and he is a hammer
Ali bin Isa bin Musa bin Talha
Ibn Sa’ib Ibn Malik when he was staring at
story and vision when love is broken,
And the likes of the betrothed thunder and shine
And people are nothing but a flock of horses, from it
On the color of ancestors ancient and blessed
If he walked in Malik’s son, he would be worried
on a mountain, covers the mountains, you got worried
satanic goblins, as if Thursday
with it, when the battalions met him, o’er
They supported that brigade, it has dawned
his melts above the ones, falter
did not remain, Where are your mercifuls, laboratory
about the people, How did they gather and then disperse?
And the day the Kurds saw the lightning of his tooth
blood boils in them, liquor
they took over, a curmudgeon fleeing
forever, and an illusion with swords scattered
Abu Ja’far, these are your small endeavors.
And this is my tongue that cuts the edge, absolute
uttered, I charred the enemies, and it wasn’t
to suffocate me, when to pronounce
With all the eloquence of rhymes as it were,
if sung in the legion of people, corps
He is not known except by the one whose thanksgiving is due.
quantum dimensionality, despicable and sweaty
A man wished that my claim would be joined,
be troubled in your own good, then dress up
Your payment is a cover without that,
Your presence is a door, Without it, Closed
precipitate in favor, even as if
You are negotiating with a messenger in which he could have preceded
And there is no one who seeks the Most High, so slow down,
And if you had asked, something like you would catch up
Is there a tearing eye in every house of yours – Poet Al-Buhturi
