The house is built on its pillars – the poet Al-Buhtari

my house is built on its pillars,
And the limb continues in the extension of its reins
O Atheel Al-Hassan bin Wahb in the divine
from him, And the immersion of his benevolence
If you do what I see, it
disobey you, and took him
The wind will not precede the north if it overwhelms
in the running, Unless you run in his field
And by whomever of his fathers shall not be clothed
glory, misses kindergarten in its colors
I bless him and make him happy, or measure it,
and fortified him, his age, and his serfs
Not a stranger visiting among them,
in his place, and in his homelands
O Sail of imitation hair in which
he picks out his castles, wemanh
listen to what he says
wow, and rose fragrance in its branches
You made me stand out, and you made me blind,
and honor people for his kindness
Do you hate a brother who says his condition?
tired, Why did he not say it in his own tongue?
betrothed
and betrayed him, and you are one of his brothers
What was he tempted to lose his wrath,
If you were not in his time and time
This and you are the white argument in me
honor him from a visitor, and his humiliation
And when people see you deprive him, they follow their example
You are not suspicious of his deprivation
So you will be the first to prevent himself
what I hope for, and of his neighbours
And the earth lays down its vegetation in the spring,
And thus he exerted himself freely in his dominion
and custom is constructive, Who counts usury?
be honoured, And the torrent is spared from its building
And know that the rain is not of benefit
for people, What did not come