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my friend, You are not a friend of mine, Find out about everything you promised me to leave We have left you Madame and Nil Al-Saab who you love and humiliate And I gave the two lobes to God afterwards The stubbornness of the caller and…

O Ali, Rather, O Aba al-Hasan al-Maa You have a kind of kindness Fear God, you are a poet of Qais. Don't be a stigma on poets Your brothers residing in the mother I will come to prostitute, not to sing you are blind, For adulterers here…