Excuse me from a slanderer that I did not parent him
on her, And I didn’t think he said them
and as long as you comforted him, and broadcast it
synonymous with protracted tears in his neglect
air scattered in ribs, if you bend down
on him, avoid ignition fire
endure thousands of mixture, and hurried
their gardens of Eyj and its sand
And a twig has appeared in them, if it looks
a reporter of his appearance, or his example
It only hurts you when you turn,
He only encourages you when he is just in moderation
So what is the trick of the longing who longs for him?
If this desertion prevents its fraud,
distant lover, Except for a memory
for him, or a sect of his imagination
am I prevented from deserting him from Sbabba,
I was in love with him,
And he commands me to be patient if he does not find it
kojdi, There is no current advertisement like this
If I lose the life that has been lost by the wretchedness,
So long ago I lost the shadow when it moved
I left the lameness of the mean, but
My share in the honorable state and his money
And I did not find a source of
So I tried to flow the Nile when it was celebrated
I swore what the worshipers would recite in Mina,
And what they thought of the Prophet, and god
to spoil the eagles, a common delusion,
blasphemy in his solution, and his travels
to Ibn Nuhaik, he attributed the dew
To his uncle, the honorable uncle, and his uncle
empty of everything that shames him,
And if he works, glory is his work
Ali bin Yahya, it belongs to the dew
to his uncle, dear uncle, and his uncle
Strange qualities are still in our minds
fascinated by him
If a group of people keep tabs on you, you are abusive
He is madly anxious about his vulgarity
made him, at the end of every misfortune,
effective, erected people without obeying him
If his sufficiency falls short of his place,
If a person’s right is above his left,
Al-Hajji meant him in the heyday of his youth,
So he came to an old man before he reached his maturity
As if the anchored mountains had learned
Raise it from his majesty and dream
I trusted him, you did not meet her
my hand, And I saw success before he was asked
And you know that the sword is sufficient for you
multiplication of pairings, before his capture
Abu Hassan, you were raised in the horizon of dew
we have a vineyard, Our hopes in his shadows
past you and my name, find his urine,
and you came back from your bounty, and he
And my outflow is for the light, until tomorrow
Heavy for what you have improved other than bearing it
My excuse for what I did not tell him – the poet Al-Buhtari
