These are the covenants from Sa`ud, so give peace,
and ask, And if she groaned, and you did not speak
The verses of a quarter have perpetuated, Munjed,
live litter, have endured, Accused
blasphemy with the fire of longing, if you don’t rage,
And despondency with tears if he does not calm down
And in the fall of the two flags, soft as youth,
The perplexity of the youth will be apparent if you do not decide
White, stifled by vulgarities, and behind her
a breath that has not been stifled
Did the bearers of Mecca go to salute,
is guided to her by a sullen meaning
the eyelids responded to a scattered beak,
and bend the ribs on a burning atmosphere
If the pilgrims do not inform you, don’t throw away
with limestone, nor were they watered from zamzam
And they were blessed with a wonderful parting, it
The peace of insomnia and the war of sleep sleeping
Irbid from Labid, and converted
My son Nuwaira Malik and Tammim
And the poor people were deceived in their balconies,
until he struck them with the sword of al-Haytham
in a moment, and leave her alone
Amalgamated with iron shale
they went down, And he hated the fight, and they struck
splendid shrubs, generalized
He moved the men to the mountains, but he did not let
on the hill
And the land of the Romans visited the limbs of the gazelle,
Until its kings resided in the partition
And he raised his horses to the height of the island,
raindrops in the dark ivory
closed to evil that did not rush,
Hurry to the unresolved disease
the tiger cloaked him, until they dried up
on the neck of the right path
And he denied the numbers a deceptive serpent,
his ribs run off the al-Arqam shirt
a seven-seater, have missed, hovering
in his soak, and host a hovering bird
a white hand mingles with the dew
in it, if the faris were in blood
and honor him, and wrong himself
for his chastity with generosity, if not darkened
development, of a rich ancestor, family
White faces belong to the makarim
The people of love whose coldness is as if
from their dreams, the hills of yamlum
and bequeathers of the ancient fire to the villages,
and builders of the lofty house of old
renew their honors, as it began, delusion
higher and greater than dbee’ah
they accompanied the long time, except that
Time was old, and their might was not old.
They occupied a great deal in the rampage.
And the children of Judima saw it, and Hudhim
If you were their neighbor, their houses would not be destroyed,
Or you were a student to support them, and you were not executed
out of all, He wished to be his son,
day of preservation, He dies if he is not honoured
The envious do not kill themselves, Lost
the morning came the dark watch
She is rich with the pinnacles of her glory,
And tribes between the gravel and the breeze
So they fell on your reckoning and fell,
And they called to the heights, It is for the stars
the generosity of Ibn Othman, What does it take away from you?
dishonorable money
We have sent coins, slandered
Shares are meant for your annihilation
eyebrows inclined, And the stars are as if,
malfunction of the archer, flame in adham
your hand could not be found, and it was not found,
And if he begins his call, he who does not understand
So greet the promises of the engagements and begin them,
And if you take tantad, he is not safe
And you ran to the Exalted before,
So you took the luck of the first advanced
and your enemy grows old, when i bumped into you
be afraid, We said: for the hands and for the mouth
These institutes are from Souad Faslam – the poet Al-Buhtari
