The night was dark, and it rained with sad clouds....... And it was evening for me, my longing, and the flower of my time
We build our hope from paper over fire......... and we burn and melt between wishes
We met in the dress of suffering, grooms....... The rope of communication between us became Danny
Hodhod Suleiman is with us today..... My messages reach her in seconds
It scatters me with agonies and agonies........ and a ring that fills me with letters and meanings
Every time I feel like I'm a little anxious.... I grab my phone and hit the number on my tongue
I have her number registered under Marwan's name...and my name on her phone is Tahani
Every time I call, she gives me a clip of an artist..and asks me what songs you like
I said I listen to Fayrouz and Rashid sometimes.... and I was melting with the song of Jarh Thani
I became addicted to the tone of her sweet voice.... I loved my name the day he called me by my name
In love with her, I am still missing until now........ People asked about me, and Muhammad met me
Al-Rawabi's longing for Nissan... I loved her since we were back in the second row
With her eyes, I cross beaches and valleys..... and travel the world while I am in my place
O Lord, keep us beloved and dear....... We love, we love, we change, we stay up, we suffer
And it is safe for us to develop Solomon's hoopoe... Develop our relationship with Wasl and Danny

Reply: The poem of Hodhud Suleiman (Moaz Al-Junaid)

Darkness lingers and the heart ignites and ignites and wanders in the same sweetness and semantics

Its spectrum is a traveling boat that disrupts its journey every day at the station of my imagination

And the hands of the cores in the abyss of longing penetrate my body, and after that they are unable to lift me

I am in the sign of love, Samer Moqil, and the star called me Samir El Hilali

I quench the tears of the papers and quench the eyelid of the god with patience whenever he cries for me

And hope from the balcony of light kissed me, and the dream shook my hand with the palm of my fingers

O despair, let what is left for you, and isolate, do not return.. And you, O Amani, come

Despite the souls trying to break between me and Zain, the corner of Al-Wasali

We drove the distance, and vinegar met vinegar, and the cheapest passion of the world is dear to us

My heart was revived the day she told me to go down and wait for you on the northern sidewalk

In four seconds, I was combing, changing, running, and turning around our door while he was in front of me

I race my feet and come jogging and reach her before me and follow my shadows

And the situation that happened to me was shameful.. From my joy.. I forgot not to wear my slippers

I met her, and I stood up and said Allahu Akbar and I said, Glory be to the Lord of Majesty

Her beauty.. fascinates.. makes her mad.. and amazes. My wish is to spend nights with her

I kiss the head of time, by God, it is long, O sun, do not rush to go away

I dodge the moment and try to derail the clock and achieve my goals

And from its gaps, I beg it to turn into a painstaking lover with a sip of earthquakes

I touch her hands longingly, and she says... hero, hero. And she touches Sally's palm

I read her feelings, translate and analyze, and find that she loves and adores my actions

Her words are witnessed and honey, which completes the ear tasting from it and saying my situation

Her cheeks from her charm, longing sends its fire and establishes her heat through me

And her blink is a professor who can communicate in a convincing manner how I was assassinated

It presses on the screen of my existence, shading my form, crossing me out, and drawing with my substitute

Its stature can be called (gentle) and its rank is in Hassan, Hon

Maali and her waist represent the role of femininity and the official spokesperson on behalf of Al-Jamali

And her hair in the back is praying in a lace that I occupy with my hands, and he does not care

Her pigmentation.. her make-up.. the shadow drawing, the color of the lips that increases my burning

The story of Qana, how many events of endurance a lover needs to hit the ideal

I said goodbye to her and went to tears, living with my brothers as if I were alone

Whenever longing overwhelms me, I pray and recite, God casts my shadows in its guidance.