Do you listen to who called you,
So it fervently longs for you
O Yusuf bin Muhammad, the claim of a man,
He justified the passion with his tongue, they called you
the well-wishers do not fail where they turn,
your humiliating hand and your smiling face
You still have a previous ten
they meant Al-Ula, until you followed your father
and provoked his exuberance, and hung him
running never too late, unaware
They distracted you from the battle of the outskirts as much as
they knew you, O son of Muhammad, miswak
cast him out of an identity,
steadfastly on your feet
Behind you Islam is guarded by powers
when you set the partnerships before you
And the Romans know that your sword is still
to the hunt of her kings, and annihilation
And if you embraced them with your hands, they would meet,
behind the waves of the gulf, your hands
Envy will not take away your glory with death,
God gave you who gave you
Peace has given you peace and grace
You guide the heart to the breasts of Adaka
And he united the clouds to the thicket, his stirrups,
until they climbed high, their drinkers
A land that gets lost in the clouds if you meet
will come into their chambers, And we are not
The Tigris did not quench my thirst, burn
beside her, and left that for that
When I go west toward you, wiping out
dew dew, I see riches and see you
don’t ask me about the impossibility of my request
the eclipse of my hopes, made a ransom
I have asked for sustenance after you in need,
and praised, after your parting, Avocados
Are you listening to Nadaka – the poet Al-Buhtari
