The imagination guides us with a memory, if it floats
And he deceived us, And the morning has passed
believe us ban sada, when we ask her
Nile and you make false claims
the guani, morn between, kill us
What does the agonizing burial hope for?
turn a blind eye, And they said goodbye
sage, orphan, they shook hands
If we see the lips of the ribbon soon,
Shells from the pearls of Bahrain
melodic ignited sabers
a light, and delicate in controversy
God has decreed for us a tribulation in its sights,
slay us, And God healed those who recovered
as if, They approached both sides
opposites in goodness, abduction and abduction
They repeated what the deeds were reduced to
what’s in the aprons, So they weighed the buttocks
what a creative cloud, or aiming at me
Alia Swiqa, bit by bit, and frightened
If I want to go down a slope,
you mentioned it squarely, and resort
If I follow longing in contempt for it, Lost
drowsy from sleep from my eyes
I quarrel
marching to the Levant, nutritious and nutritious
wicker eyes if they show secrets like
by the ground, or unfair to the night
motives, in the breach of their promise,
Sea Defender from Beirut or Jaffa
until you dissolve, The drink has come to us,
Gardens of Eden on the sacchar alfafa
We add a downfall that reads the nawal as
We were going down on the Tai as guests
It is my people, on the pedestal,
they are given, on the nobles, supervising
Whoever distances himself from us in his pride and pomp,
We thank Abu Jafar closely, and fairness
Replacing the first accidents
on their last, deterrence
If you throw his instruments, in eternity by chord,
have the nub of days become goals
honor the Iraqis, until he was hidden
to the two Iraqis, pens and swords
How many people are my father in his state,
casually, Or because they are kind
the sas of the country with a measure that applies them,
support mediator and parties
did not rise above the care of the young, and wrangled
descends into greed deceived
extend justice to the enemies, if they gang up
without him to seek unfairness, or barefoot
He did not accommodate himself in his faithfulness,
And he saw a defect in them and a thousand
black gossip what’s up
scattered among them, not clear
And I used to entrust the whole of the dates
of the two mixtures, more and more, Awataf
What is it that the sword has devoured?
bonded and spurned from them, and alliances
perverted by kindness, mess up
an offer of money, They don’t want to be spoiled
If I promised to shy away from his talents,
successfully defended, I made a difference
I would not tire the tyrant, petitioner
Feasibility, I do not ask al-Ta’i for a long time
according to us what increases in proportion,
And what he has spent from the duties of the people, or enough
I killed Ibn Bastam that I had made
I have, I doubled what I gave him
And his favor was intended for me, gesticulate
you recompense him with extravagance, and extravagance
eye supplies, she took the reward,
Until she bowed to Abu al-Abbas thousands
would have sufficed him, What did his hand give,
usury that increases to more halves on Sundays
Those praises are free of necks
I see him as a debt to me, and before
So do not cease to be an observer of the good that you do,
and steadfast without fear, rhymes
Imagination guides us as a memory if it floats – Poet Al-Buhtari
