Cells refuse to cry empty house
and mourning in the drawing of sustenance and ruins
Dhu al-Sababa
And they found the support of Al-Dimna Al-Bali
I have deafened, and my ears are very attentive.
About my suffering in Layla and my infirmary
The tales of my youth responded to me with fire.
And an age has progressed without him
And what did you imagine that I would give time a pleasure?
to make this covenant long
That the youth is neither an eye nor a trace
Except for the rest of the hail
I almost drove him out of my number
despair, and I threw him, when he passed, out of my mind
The worst of the consequences is despair before hope.
And the ailment relapses after a diarrhoea.
And a person is obedient for days that move him
shadow transition from one state to another
It is strange what engagements bring
at the beginning of eternity or later
surprising incidents about my news
And on the authority of Shah ibn Mikal
I fled from him, ashamed of my shortcomings.
The reward of what has increased in my status and in my money
I didn’t make up for his arrogance
for I did not repay him more abundantly
And in rhymes, if its path is replaced,
to be kind, to abuse a stinger
like the light lit by the morning rain
in a state of grief or a condition
It did not boil, and it was precious in the morning after the sale.
The cheap that is canceled is the expensive.
And Abu Ghanem is not obligated to
to it with the requisite striving and not mechanically
He has a sign of exaltation that he has
of those who are unaware of the high
I asked about the friends of honesty resenting
And you may see my absence from them and my being
I will shine among them the lightning of charms, so will I
Someone who tells us about Bariq al-Khal
People are like trees whose variance appears,
And you may see a distance between the spring and the lost one.
The good news is still on its screen,
Or are his nights with the family gone?
had it not been for the shah’s tyranny
So that the generosity in us became a waste of mind
if the horses rode it, their feet
A tribe that misses the high places of Ascension
And if he walked in the shields, he would trim them.
revered between rolling up and spinning
An immersion is sufficient for me, and I did not speak enough of it.
Al-Muti’s text on Ayna and Actions
Ghoul Ogali Amenni
In every request my goals
The nights have been sworn while she is striving
striving for me, she came back striving for me
Al-Khali refuses to cry in an empty house – Al-Buhtari poet
