Shorter Hamid! no consolation for the infatuated,
Nor did he fail to shed tears, If it is blood
Do you still have a terrible year?
obscenely, at times, or twins
your good people gone, only the fewest of them,
and they perished, as their first dungeons have perished
you turned into a nest left by his chicks
Baal’a, the shattered branch of the thyme
Love your honorable sons, scattered
their gathering in all the shrewdness of Salem
their intentions condemned them, and separated
bed them out of your sultry turmoil
each has a strange grave in a town,
From the upholsterer of the far-flung shrine, and accused
graves, at the edges of the stomata, as if
Its locations include the locations of Anjum.
By the high-rise of the tomb of Muhammad,
far from weeping, in every funeral
the wind blows on him, every eve,
pockets of clouds between Bakr and Ayam
And two graves in the tops of the Nabj I watered them
lightning bolts of relief, rain of blood
The graves of Abu Nasr and Qahtaba are
so that they are, or withered and reclaimed
And in Mosul Al-Zahraa Malahad Ahmed,
And between Ruba Al-Qatil is the bed of Asram.
And how many an example did you ask of them,
Whenever you insult him with blame, you calm down
Nadirs in the farthest corner of Khorasan answered
wails, in Baghdad, unearthed
for they have henna after that,
found as a smoldering fire
Abu Ghanem, your sons destroyed their belief
that the apostasy, In the war, biggest spoils
go ahead, they take pleasure in anger,
And in order to preserve that advanced serenity,
And they only stabbed them with a spear of Umar,
And they struck only with a blunted sword
And when they saw some humiliating life
on them, And the honor of death is not forbidden
They refused to taste life, slander is real
on him, And they died a death that was not slandered
and all of them gave him his bath
Emir of the Arrama Army
He took the apostasy from them with a stern gift,
a wave of a serpent, and the enemy of affliction
death afflicted, and shares
from death, die with their arrows
You see the eggs you did not know, when faced
Their faces are in a sullen predicament
and did not remember to water it with their hands,
If they bring it under the darkest dust
indeed! However, the sword has treacherously possessed,
and atone for the one who has received a bounty of blessings
By myself, souls that were not a sentence of adversity
more severe than the standing of generosity
And if you had done justice to Nabhan, you would not have asked them.
except glory, Glory is a smitten plan
The avalanche called her after the avalanche, she followed
sequentially ordered singular root
Peace be upon those creatures, that it
freed from all shame and sin
great endeavors whose new ones do not wear out,
And if even greater graves wear out among them
No wonder the lion, if you get it
dogs
Wahshi spear watered Hamzah al-Rada,
Ali on the authority of Husam Ibn Muljim
Muslim father! You are still goodbye to us
From the dead, poured out of life and delivered
Weeping tears from Bani Ghaith, and by God,
shame her, or smiling
If the swords had not been plundered and had not
The extremities of the orthosis
To run in the family of Minya, a teacher,
to every vineyard, by mania, Teacher
And you bear the weight of the shield protecting its iron
on a weak body, with iron, destroyed
and what your smile broke into the dew,
If the ancestors of a people are darkened, darkly
The shortest Hamid, no consolation for a lover – the poet Al-Buhtari
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