the knees stopped in their ruins, standing up
And if he erased her evil deeds and pardoned
The house refuses to refuse sorrow, so when
I got wet from it, calmed me down, both.
People are looking forward to my family and I have panicked
their onyx hills from Sharfa
And in the creeks there were pits, and when they came out,
Do not be blinded by the light of the full moon or the eclipse
divided between wet buttocks
call out to God, and waists that made Haifa
I was complaining about her falling in love with a juvenile
Now I hope for their fairness
Fouad’s guardian if you insult him
My Father, And tears if you stop it and suffice it
I could almost give the pigeon a hand
this pigeon on its branches shouting
he did not start the fire with a feeling of being kindled
who did not add kalfa under the belly of the womb
I look back from my youth a vulgar litter
I spent it in the lumps of passion in vain
For God our days were not the best
If an eternity took hold of gold, they stood
Do not lie, for the world is a turning point
What has passed from the pleasure of this world and what has passed
Had it not been for Prince Ibn Safwan and Angham
What because what because of our days a description
An immersion extending a hand to the almighty
She gives him her habit of the forbidden and the palm
If the drops leave his imagination, his imagination is confirmed
His hands were to us from behind him
Past
steadfastness of the heavens when the heavens are turned away
Lord of spells, if he wants the smallest of spells
The thaws of the hills from Radwa have shivered.
Ask a healthy person about it when its ignorant one has disappeared
once in a while Then his haters realized what they had done
From that time they went to extremes, and he left them.
Excessive exaggeration of the extremities of the canna is a target
Are you ignorant of them for the time being?
brought by them to prostitute Muzlaqa
Every day, the chests of summer are open
You go through a naja on their backs, a sperm
You left them with a blow on their heads
Mathurat al-Samar, chanting and slandering
The woven arbor has been relegated
from its fall
As if the swords of India fell swimming
In their head is a wild beast with fronds underneath
how many scissors their throats bleed
And no pilgrimage in the family bond has fallen apart
It is better for them if they had held fast to obedience
to rain from a bombardment
Your father quenched the fire of war when it murmured
wretched with its fangs in utter
common justice, dew
overwhelmed, The darkness of the darkness was revealed, and they were revealed
she became, after she shrank,
With its justice and its dew, it is a meadow
He did not leave a middle of it out of fear
Except on security folded, not on the edge
O Nasir al-Din, may God stop your striving for
cohabiting people about to run out of damage
You have brought down the children of Islam as a sword and a tyrant
Heal the wings from their sinuses and be healed
You have extinguished the fire of hostility from them, and they have died
you turned away from them, and they turned away
Even if the guidance is not its pillars
justice trembled from its lands
You entered the victory by God, victorious
God has jealous people who protect his religion
When she saw you in Dijor his qastle
You will be married from death in it, as a victim of shelling
Take care of your horse under the night you seek it
stabbed by ropes of rum
If he escapes defeated by running, he has trampled
from it the spears slender withers and they stood
If you establish the channel of religion and be moderate
So you see neither rabies nor scoliosis in it
So there was still a fortress of you to seek refuge in.
If the raging of the rada is in a windy youth
to you she cast Nizar bend her steering wheel
voluntarily reunite them
Were it not for your defense, the king would be adrift,
The people are open, and the matter is different.
For God’s sake, are you a flaming mill?
this canna
When the debt of the debt went too far, he became incapacitated
Except with your sword from that slander it will be healed.
Mother of chastity, they have cast their sticks
The gifts were full, and the dew was stolen
they saw you dew the back, and forbid them
a cave, and lower them down to the one who is at ease as a canvas
What was the spacious courtyard of you when they encamped?
the shop’s den, Neither was the navel winding
This is how the men dealt with the honorable
immerse them in darkness or make them honorable
The deprived, the deprived, became overjoyed
contagious to eternity, and the oppressed are mediated
With your length you have taken the days back
From my yard, and the time of eternity is spent
Suffice me by your generosity, so I will seek help from it
On the engagements, if you disobeyed, and that is enough.
They stopped the knees in their ruins – the poet Al-Buhtari
