A visitor visited me to inquire about someone’s life
Mine, As a friend asks a friend
how am I, Ibn Jubayr became
Mine, without brothers, close neighbor
smells good at me, so what?
let me rest, or wake up
I have lunch, and the sun has not yet gone away
You rose up and did not reach the sunrise.
wild millet primary stomach
receive love, be careful
still throwing stones
A few mouthfuls incapacitate the catapult
shrieked his throat, We said the herald,
shouted in his throat: the way the way
As if the boy was smashing rocks
have recklessly, or clogged extrusions
And if the treachery came, you would be afraid
I wished that he would die of suffocation
A visitor visited me to ask about Ha – the poet Al-Buhtari
