What is the most merciful to me who does not have mercy on me – Al-Buhturi poet

Why does he who has mercy on me not have mercy on me?
oppresses him who does not oppress him
misses my arrow, its arrows pour out
but what makes my heart sick is my sickness
I hand it over to the saffron I’m Muslim
better than bear the sandal of his feet
but he punishes him who does not punish him
humiliates him, and a way that honors him
And sometimes he provides for him and sometimes he deprives him
Badr appeared, and its oppression befell him.
It is only a pearl that smiles
How long has Rabini been sullen
He would not destroy me and I would destroy him
I have a good tiding and a contributor.
The days of my head are like a raven I raven
Al Raym orphan does not orphan
Perhaps you are still in the sea of his feet
And the heat does not take away from him his absence
And he does not increase his dirhams in the mean
He is as important as the phoenix.
His hum and his owl resound in it
you have been covered with mirage
smite us and smite him
And by night, the tweezers of the shirt blew him away.
To the imam, do not dry out
sooner or later give it
Abu Ishaq was so blessed
and slandered those who slandered us,
a caliph who knows what we do not know
up the star
And he was blessed by his deception and his smell
If God spoke to an imam, speak to him
imam of justice, every virtue is his twin
Then a wise man whose wisdom taught us
He inspires what the rational was inspiring
The religion has done it and it has supported it
And the eternal good of hearing is his flock
O Nasser of Islam, you are its peace
He praises you for his dissolution and forbidding you.
And the like of it is his rags and his zips
How many enemies have you bloodied?
grazes the stars, and the stars translate it
You are faithful to God, do not bruise him
And in the hadith and the ancient his generosity
The best of all kings is the oldest
And the lofty and opulent