The fracture of youth is the brother of youth, and its friend,
And gray hair is the mitigation of passion and its fear.
And I see you wondering from a sullen youth
Asian walked home and stood there
He distracted the listeners from blaming a poor person,
no more blaming him, and do not rebuke him
And Abu Al-Dhaa’in, the day has passed
in them the scale of strength will be judged
shining sun, and separation is its sunset
about us, full moon, And the rust is his eclipse
And if he bore from Tihama Bariq,
slandered walk with the south its crawl
the noise of the night, if tihama lightning it
The arrogant’s rustle in the sky’s terror
So he watered the perverse, no, rather he made the covenant watered
the days of the loin and its half
my passengers bowed to Iraq, And its hardness
in nagar, The cold of the Levant and its countryside
And the shovel cannon, where you met
on its banks and its caves
It irritates me that he still visits me
it’s a fantasy, what’s wrong with its spectrum
And the healing of what the ribs find from the air
a thorny walk, on the heavens, and his corpse
If we do not inherit the passport from that
he fell asleep, And we are prevented from being influenced by it
or Na’il al-Fath ibn Khaqan, that
for the bounties you give birth to, and funny
A king in high domes of Iraq,
read the moons by them, We are his guests
I did not meet him, until I received his gift
cheerfully, and made known to me what is well-known,
And with my permission I opened its gates,
and his hollows were lifted up from me to him
He bestowed upon me His loving kindness,
and followed the sentences to a thousand
high shop, that I get it
honourably, I look down on the stars
Which of the two hands is most blessed for me:
enrich me, or honor him
rain that flowed, and the lujain is his raham,
Vienna, and the spears are his garb
He took matters into his own hands, so he paid it off
sign it with firmness, or arrest him
And the hostility praised him with pardon, lonely
his swords have forced them against him
yes, If the envious get wet
salute him with favor, and she is his death
say to the prince, What glory did you meet?
Above the prince’s buildings are their roofs
But allow, The first trait
fortify him that you made him, and his ally
When I met you, time cracked
about his events, and his expenses
and secure him, Even if someone else is a guarantor
his day did not believe in me his fear
If I deny the greatness of what you have given me,
I, then, Wafa is weak
Your generosity never came to Sudd,
Except that your face for chastity is the equivalent of it
Ghaithan, if drought continues,
They are a hopeful spring, and his autumn
So he promised you in the imam, it
a grace to the usefulness of your hands that you add
He is the caliph. if captured, he gave him
Rear, the shortcoming of his succession
Young people broke up, the brother of boyhood and their pet – the poet Al-Buhtari
