If my life is narrowed by my sorrows
Or lost tears in my eyelids

Or I became alone in myself
And I became the remains of a human being

I'll be back petting the iguanas
And I'm back singing my songs

And embrace a path that knows me
And so my sorrows will subside

I kept silent, and his features did not appear
This situation is known as the steadfast one

And how much I endured from distance and pain
Even with closeness, there was reproach and envy

I kept their promise Mashazni pain
As long as..... my heart trembles in the bowels

The sky cries tears from its sockets
In order to rest..... How many clouds are there?

Except my eyes, despite the sadness, are rigid
In it are the clouds... and in them are the straw and the ash

And like your grief, my heart, as lost
When the old man is alone, the boy cherishes her

Life dries up with a face full of turmoil
A bra with her handcuffs in her handcuff

Despite trying to survive and miraculously
And the fire of its embers in the liver is burning

One's life may be luxurious
Or an intensity equal to his day.. a scoundrel

The intelligent evening becomes without home or destiny
And people are ruled by an idiot and a scoundrel

The grit remains a sword whose sheath is my liver
And the wound bleeds poetry formulated by asceticism

They are loved ones if they are absent and if they are present
And it is the same whether they lived or died

From their saliva they poured honey into their mouths
What makes wine sweeter if it mixes with water?

And warm his heart, how many diseases he suffers
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul departs from that body

Stop by their house and mention their virtues
Desolate desolate, none of them

And he mourned the lower planets after he escaped
The dearest people other than Allah are what they worship

The wellsprings of goodness are knights with a witness
Courts of credit since they became and since they were found

Tell your eyes to sleep early
Tomorrow nostalgia will wake her up

One day a visitor will knock on your door
No flower passed through the garden

He will split rivers and plant gardens
He formulates melodies and carves alabaster

He will teach the eyes to shine
And He will command the two eyelids to be broken

Don't go to roses prematurely
Lords have a date and they will not change.

And warm his heart, how many diseases he has
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If the vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul is interrupted by that body

He stopped from their house and mentioned their virtues
Desolate Desolate, none of them

He mourned the lower planets after he escaped
Dearest people other than God are what they worship

Azhou if my eyes caught your eyes
And the soul flourishes if it succeeds in meeting you

O kawthar of love, you quench the thirst of the heart
O essence of love, how sublime and sweet

like roses, like a bright full moon
And like a breeze on a quiet, bright night

The mother of the eyes, so magic has no lineage
Except to her all magic.. is attributed

Your eyes turn to horizons in brilliance
Meteors flow from between those eyes

It flows well and seduces the heart of its lover
With the blueness of the light, his heart is tired

And longing scatters with eyelids. his shares
Watching for a boy, what works for him to escape

Tell your eyes to sleep early
Tomorrow nostalgia will wake her up

One day a visitor will knock on your door
No flower passed through the garden

He will split rivers and plant gardens
He formulates melodies and carves alabaster

He will teach the eyes to shine
And He will command the two eyelids to be broken

Don't go to roses prematurely
Lords have a date and they will not change.

I kept silent, and his features did not appear
This situation is known as the steadfast one

And how much I endured from distance and pain
Even with closeness, there was reproach and envy

I kept their promise Mashazni pain
As long as..... my heart trembles in the bowels

The sky cries tears from its sockets
In order to rest..... How many clouds are there?

Except my eyes, despite the sadness, are rigid
In it are the clouds... and in them are the straw and the ash

And like your grief, my heart, as lost
When the old man is alone, the boy cherishes her

Life dries up with a face full of turmoil
A bra with her handcuffs in her handcuff

Despite trying to survive and miraculously
And the fire of its embers in the liver is burning

One's life may be luxurious
Or an intensity equal to his day.. a scoundrel

The intelligent evening becomes without home or destiny
And people are ruled by an idiot and a scoundrel

The grit remains a sword whose sheath is my liver
And the wound bleeds poetry formulated by asceticism

They are loved ones if they are absent and if they are present
And it is the same whether they lived or died

From their saliva they poured honey into their mouths
What makes wine sweeter if it mixes with water?

And warm his heart, how many diseases he suffers
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul departs from that body

Stop by their house and mention their virtues
Desolate desolate, none of them

And he mourned the lower planets after he escaped
The dearest people other than Allah are what they worship

The wellsprings of goodness are knights with a witness
Courts of credit since they became and since they were found

Those who were generous on the day of drought were not stingy
And the givers and the needy are a bond

قل لعينيك أن تنام مبكرًا
غدا الحنين سوف يوقظها

في يوم من الأيام سيطرق الزائر بابك
لم تمر زهرة عبر الحديقة

سيقسم الأنهار والحدائق النباتية
يقوم بصيغ الألحان والأحماض

سوف يعلم العيون للتألق
وسيأمر الجفونين بكسر

لا تذهب إلى الورود قبل الأوان
اللوردات لديهم موعد ولن يتغيروا.

I kept silent, and his features did not appear
This situation is known as the steadfast one

And how much I endured from distance and pain
Even with closeness, there was reproach and envy

I kept their promise Mashazni pain
As long as..... my heart trembles in the bowels

The sky cries tears from its sockets
In order to rest..... How many clouds are there?

Except my eyes, despite the sadness, are rigid
In it are the clouds... and in them are the straw and the ash

And like your grief, my heart, as lost
When the old man is alone, the boy cherishes her

Life dries up with a face full of turmoil
A bra with her handcuffs in her handcuff

Despite trying to survive and miraculously
And the fire of its embers in the liver is burning

One's life may be luxurious
Or an intensity equal to his day.. a scoundrel

The intelligent evening becomes without home or destiny
And people are ruled by an idiot and a scoundrel

The grit remains a sword whose sheath is my liver
And the wound bleeds poetry formulated by asceticism

They are loved ones if they are absent and if they are present
And it is the same whether they lived or died

From their saliva they poured honey into their mouths
What makes wine sweeter if it mixes with water?

And warm his heart, how many diseases he suffers
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul departs from that body

Stop by their house and mention their virtues
Desolate desolate, none of them

And he mourned the lower planets after he escaped
The dearest people other than Allah are what they worship

The wellsprings of goodness are knights with a witness
Courts of credit since they became and since they were found

Those who were generous on the day of drought were not stingy
And the givers and the needy are a bond

Where do I start when the heart is dead
And the dream is turning a blind eye.. This is deportation

I walk with my pulse faltering
My paths are lost and the journey is long

All loved ones parted and parted
And my longing's shirt is destined for abuse

Who said I broke our vows?
My tears are flowing over the banks

I drew you in the vein as a cloud
Oh my killer, do I have a way to you

All poems for the Euphrates are brides
Among the letters is a missionary and a messenger

O poet of poetry, my wound is bleeding
Tears rhymes in the lines evidence

O smile in the heart draws my laughter
Oh my joy, the joy of attention

I love you I said it and say it again
And I keep pronouncing it for ages

Your inner love will remain open
Coherent, renewed roles

Live with love or die for it
I run after love without a choice

If I am killed, I ransom you from my ribs
And if I defeat love, I win my revenge

Thank you, thank you. This is good. You are really a person who deserves appreciation

Sober words deserve true love

I do not want a fraudulent female looking for money, fraud, gain and wealth in the capacity of love. I want a female who sanctifies love and sweet feelings. I do not want what she possesses and does not dream that she can defraud in the name of love, whatever the type of relationship. pseu
Love, beautiful feelings, smiles, fun and happiness, we are all searching. I want a tender female heart that contains what is in my heart of crazy love and adoration, far from what you have and what you have.

I do not want a fraudulent female looking for money, fraud, gain and wealth in the capacity of love. I want a female who sanctifies love and sweet feelings. I do not want what she possesses and does not dream that she can defraud in the name of love, whatever the type of relationship. pseudo

I do not want a fraudulent female looking for money, fraud, gain and wealth in the capacity of love. I want a female who sanctifies love and sweet feelings. I do not want what she possesses and does not dream that she can defraud in the name of love, whatever the type of relationship. pseu
Love, beautiful feelings, smiles, fun and happiness, we are all searching. I want a tender female heart that contains what is in my heart of crazy love and adoration, far from what you have and what you have.

Illuminate the place of the full moon, if the full moon is low

And stand in the position of the sun as long as the dawn is late

In you there is light from the illuminating sun

If she comes to walk close to her pace

To the nearest, the least subdivided by the dazzling

Sick during sympathy It is

You are afraid of the buttocks being sore at the waist

So what is the mother of Khashf with the two patriarchs?

To the bribery of a child whose joints are numb

With the misfortune of Jade Al-Rabee, its about

Rahim and named Sahaibh profuse

We stood at the ruins of Layla one evening

Bajaz Hazwa, which is a blanket blanket

Moznan is serious about the early Asham

And the last rendezvous of the souls has a rebuke

And the lavender rose its breeze over the meadows

And its lights, and the tingling of lush leaves

souls and they have come early in the night

Scents of darkness, their colors gloomy

turning my eyes down between terrified

And the effects of verses, and the afar has gone

better than Layla revisiting

I turned to her when she set off on her journey.

Close my eyes with tears as if

She exudes abundant pearls from her lips

Thanks for the educated hearts

(I asked (Najm al-Twenty) about my grave? She indicated here in the sacrifice between minarets and domes)

The poem

You informed Layla after my long admonition
Because your spectrum is still my eyelashes

I prayed for the beautiful Hassan in worship
And you made your face in passion a mihrab

And I left my heart on your cheek to burn
To increase the flame of the cheeks of my torment

And I deliberately chose your good for the account
To prolong my reckoning on the day of reckoning

And I broke your mightiest breasts with a kiss
To remove the worship of monuments from you

Two fetishes under the stubborn mouth are shattered
Magic and with God was my reward

How many domes in the slaughter have I settled
With my mouth and I'm not there with the bestower

I asked about my grave, she indicated here
In the slaughter between minarets and domes

So I got close to her and threw her chest
So postpone the grave of love in the dust

So I fell out of his breasts the hour of my death
Two angels have risen to question me

They asked and what is my religion... I answered them with passion
And magic from the language of love is my book

And I took my faith from the forehead
And the hole in it is my heaven and my drink

O star of the twenty, my heart is still
twigs and twigs

If I mention your love, my idol
Back to my childhood and youth

I floated my hair in your forehead, and it bent
Reeling from the redness of the cups

Tell me to your mouth, O Maliha, what is his money?
Planting stars in the oasis of grapes

Then when I spread the clouds over its plains
The vineyard is my vineyard, and the clouds are clouds

And if you cry, why is crying forbidden?
The most precious tears are shed in the loved ones

I searched for it in the stars, but I could not find it
Except for the remnants of the flavor of delicacies

Her pink dress is thrown on
In the sun I escape from the wheel

And her imagination became looming and disappearing
Among the stars and through every shooting star

I ignited from the glow of the grasshoppers fires
With my poems, my letters, and my speech

I am the one who wears the age inverted
And I lost my account in the door of time

Twenty years old
And I glimpsed in the fifty the dawn of youth