Tears to be poured is a necessary blow – the poet Al-Buhtari

Tears on which to pour a necessary blow,
renewed from the age of obsolete passion
We stood up and greeted, to your family,
Landmarks
We mentioned the virginal passion in it, and you forgot,
He consoled her the longings of the wandering hearts
shed tears with her, she accepted
you blame, And salute every beard and feasting
Are you the abode of the living, O Lord, the
elegant, Mother of the Oryx and the Sleepers
And the swarm of this beast antelope that I see
in front of you, swarm of soft antelope
And we cried those whose harmony has healed you,
and ablake, or towards the vexing ghaith
And our days are in you who were stricken
with the link, A pipe dream of a sleeper
For the scattered ashes have judged weariness
upon you, and exchange the wages of a ruler
May the nights gain a screen,
It combines the shared nuclei
and weeping papers sent to me
An ambush of sorrow between Al-Hasha and Al-Hayazim
I prayed with their mourning, but
I cried for my sighs, No to infested doves
A medicine for owls and inspiration, middle
The bereaved ringing in funerals
you abused her, And the night has dyed the Lord
Charcoal black
To a king you throw the punch if it hits
almighty, from him blyth dbarm
in a more splendid way, like his shirt
It is visited upon the two sheikhs: zayd and hatim
grace and valor, like thunderbolts and serpents,
If they meet in the accumulating crossbar
omnivorous, gambling, succumbing to hell
By the mountain of the dense, clashing army
If the immigrant becomes too strong, he can support himself
To patience in the wake of the deer and the poison
Tomorrow the son of Humaid will gain praise from his wealth,
And he knows that praise is the most useful of spoils
thinker, does not make up his mind,
he percussed, in its release, remorseful age
Give him in speeches if he is problematic
Momentum intuitions are like the dimming stars
receives the glorious speech, bent
opinions did not ignite, past of spells
ally dew, He takes refuge in the house of Sudd
Thin-to-earth and high-studded
And the sermons of time became more intense, Except now
Humaid Bani Abd al-Hamid, the Most Generous
I base this house of low glory,
And if this house belonged to Hashim,
lions whom death flees in fear,
If all the most wonderful stern fled from him
their wrestlers around Al-Ula, and their graves
The loins of the hovering eagles
Muslim father, If your honor is healthy,
Your money is not at peace
If the day of war turns to night, you turn it back.
by day, With the brilliance of sharp swords
And if the souls increased, you made them cheaper.
There you are in a market, from death, existing
With a beating he praises glory in every situation,
He is quick to demolish varnish and skulls.
And the white face turned bright white.
face, of the hajj, gloomy dust
As for the one who has glorified you, the rain has not chosen me
your action, Except for the highest and the honorable