(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

Nice poem .

Thanks for the educated hearts

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

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

Nice poem . Good luck with finding the right woman .

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

Thank you but I really don’t need appreciation that much from people but when it comes to work yes.

What a mind in the seas of doubt leaves me
Struggle with the wave in its highest glory

Why arrogance..Does my love bother him?
Or arrogance is a melody of his songs...!!!

O heart, you are in the midst of a blazing fire
As for my sultan..it is not his concern.!

Nice poem .