Damn your flesh, welder,
And for your bread, the sweetness that is smelt
You left us early and your head turned gray.
And take care of our needs while you are a boy
in any case you gained a slander
There is no praiseworthy wealth, no execution
We had a good duty to you.
If a masterpiece is not available, then peace.
We stayed at the gate of Rome, watching whether we would see
erected
How did your lightning fail such a thing?
let us go, and your clouds without that gham
Did not the son of Job teach you the dew
and afflicts you with the virtues of opacity
but how can you turn a thing
its bases are heavy, it is not trampled
What is the gem of the island?
The effort has been annihilated in the Levant
no words should go, maybe
Reward the verb, his words grew
Unless it is an insult that is naked, for it is
It will be a violent and blameworthy reproach
and your companions did not have the book
a valid rebuttal and no conclusion
You did not sanctify that sound, nor did you sanctify it
the day of the pens
He treats alms with lavishness
And the dog in it is a dark thief
I consider it a solution for him from his poverty
Obscenity for the orphan is forbidden
He forgot the serenity and serenity, and it did not last long.
Between me and the perishing days
and cover Ibn Abi Ar-Rabi’ as a habitat
From us as if we were behind him
And the sucker’s fear that he would faint for us
A man, so what does the cupping be afraid of?
May your mother be bereaved of you, is there not a hand?
are nurtured, Is there no connection without knowledge?
Where does compliance violate an obligation?
Or to be lost from the righteous?
What should Isaac describe to us?
Do you have the affection of ten and madam?
You denied the fraternity, and denied
Who has the right to know peoples
have fulfilled them, And I’m afraid
In her family, Islam will be lost
Screw your flesh, welder – the poet Al-Buhtari
