(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
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