What is the rain that matters towards its liberation – the poet Al-Buhtari

What is the rain that makes me want to rain it down,
And the lion protects his cubs
like a helper, that
He was blessed by his grace
recite the Messenger of God in his guidance,
The son of the stars is the flower from his family
Whoever improves the world with his kindness,
And beautify eternity in its entirety
And he preserves the king under his supervision
on his side, and his appearance
The son of the fertile woe how did he build up?
with its detrimental jaw, and nullify it?
He could have trusted God in himself,
and in his companions, and in his family
And he slept in the king who slandered him
cheat him, and subdue him
Then God sent down a curse on him
grace changed his condition
And the prostitute drove him to Zorah
for the time, didn’t cross his mind
owe what they owe, she came back to him
in himself the worst of his deeds
and hoped the hated in others,
Then he hated his hopes
God has angered by his veneration
inferior, and humiliated her,
The people rejoiced at his passing,
as their anger was with his acceptance
Yesterday they looked to kill him,
And hope for the speed of his acceleration
O Nasir al-Din, be victorious!
from the plot of the debt, and assassinated him
It is permissible for blood and money if
looked inside his condition
ram who ram, plug who
He blocked it from his evil deeds
And the opinion is all about killing him
with the sword, and clear his money