Look at the heights, how they are united – Al-Buhtari poet

Look at the aliyah, how you are united,
And how are the funerals of accounts held?
The saddles of Abu Saeed and aggravated
his swordsmen, without the enemy, schadenfreude
tidings of the stirrups, did not let
to ride a wandering face, and they erected
And the burden of the caliph’s burden, he divided it
and the Muslims, Islam divided it
Whosoever takes pleasure in his care, And from
the opaque opaque
where are the clouds of existence, And the moon that
the dawn clears, And the sluggishness
Where is the disgusted frown, if he saw
scoliosis, And where is the smiling ablaj?
dwelt in al-Ula, they are edibles,
And Abul Afafa Thawa, they are orphans
Guardian, And he took care of the soul out of his goodness
Yes, The people thank her
Do not give the Romans their rest, Lost
Calm them with the mouths of the paths, and they slept
They believed and did not believe in return, so folded,
in the soil, that kick and foot
sorry for him,
Aswan His horses are slandered and blamed
And to the virtuous his hands returned without much,
disgrace him with endowment and favors
O owner of the corpse who lives in a home,
What is the place for anis in his two chambers?
Tomb, smash the cannabis over it
out of anguish, And the flags are splitting
full of vineyards, it will not harm him
the clouds passed over him, And he is Jaham
There is no dry soil in me,
you have a rag, and bones
Things have turned you away from their situations,
grief is a solution, And consolation is forbidden
we shorten the livers, it is a sore,
and slandered the overflow of tears, and he is sejam
did you, O oath of dew, And on the dew
who are going, salutations and salutations
And despite my nose to see you a pillow
perishing hand, And the slanderers are standing up
or that your sufferers sleep in a cesspit,
fidgety, and they frightened you when you slept
you were the pigeons of the enemy, I did not hide
than to have a bathroom on the bathroom
I didn’t think that your pride would rise
vicars, And your protection is not fine
A destiny in which accidents recurred,
And their fates exceeded the days
So go as she went with her light shining
sunshine, followed by darkness
do not go away, And how does a stumbler come near?
unseen, years perish without him
polite bounties have sufficed you,
You are satisfied with the veto and the conclusion
you have already been acquainted, and prayed again,
then the feet leveled after him
And behind the wrath of Yusuf bin Muhammad
a robbery that breaks the sword while it is a sword
Lord of all creations, even if He entrusted some of them,
the clouds could not, and he is a rubble
visitors to the land of the immortals, if he invaded
she shivered, behind his spears, the pens
free-lance enslaved, drive it
an opinion of a difficult snout from a snout
above the eyes, So what is wrong with them,
and healed the breasts, What is wrong with them?