O daughter of Al-Amiri, what is short – Poet Al-Buhtari

O daughter of Al-Amiri, how little
The living call to prayer, speak to me, by leaving
I have heard the raven making a clear promise,
and in support of your junctional cord
How can I indulge you, not how, the baboon
Tomorrow we will descend with a great speech
The day of the day is a long day,
does not perish, And a long day of sorrow
O crescent, fulfill the highest rod,
and a rod on a hilly hill
What is the cure for the orphan boy, Except
A drink of your goodness
Don’t stand me on the verge, I will
I am not of four and a fee
Crying for loved ones is a job
for my brother love, about the crying of the dead
And the two homes approached me better if you
n to repel a thief from my way
May the time become good for me
son of a ring, mohammed the hopeful
Generous, full of praise and glory
with his great favour, the long
for the dew lover, And glory be to God
uninvited, And to let Khalil
and miserly by chance you come from him
the camel of the Nile on a miserly horse
and arib, if the groin rusted
of understanding, tomorrow with fine understanding
a king whose features formed the garden
The imaginary cloud neighbor
Is glory, if you think about it,
A quarter of his deed is inhabited
Stay on high, Aba Ayew
In your shadow the shadow
Generosity reached your palms freely
dew beyond the reasonable
It is as if the engagements are ripped open from the eyes
It’s about a polished white chest
Your hands have made gifts for my well-being
you, So they rewarded them with great praise
find what you want, you are better luck
From the one who gives you the best
So much giving is not much;
A little praise is not a little