Sweet and short hair

Short sweet hair

O flower that bloomed in the spring

Oh, a rose that smells like the breeze

O bird that chirped in the morning

With her sweet, joyful voice

Perfume your ink in the name of God - O Pen

Write down your redemption for what they wrote and what they decreed, and draw a rhyme on the front of history.

Among all poets, I have a mouth

I hear you shouting joyfully across the horizons

And get lost in poetry, you are the one who recites and sings

Embrace with your letter the highest honors

The master of creation is the one whom speech exalts

God, the joy of the universe since dawn

His lights are smiling across the gaps of time

Truth and justice have been resurrected after death

By sending light and dispelling darkness

Someone like him is pure, chaste, and good-natured

From some of it, morals and good practices are derived

Dream and virtue are among its lights, quoted

From the remnants of his dew grows vineyards

Who freed people from the shackles of shrewdness

From her cunning, the monuments of justice collapse

Whoever uses knowledge as the head of ignorance will be miserable

Its tails have died, so it is amputated and crippled

He is one of the most sincere people in words that are not joking

The most eloquent of people is neither weak nor weak

The father of orphans and those whose livelihood is limited

The riches of the poor are cured of sickness

He walked on the earth with an illustrated Qur’an

Its verses are a method, its walls are a sanctuary

To God, those white commandments are shining

The bottles are covered with glory that does not fade

Who like him is fair to the female and gives her sex?

Houses without flags and peaks

Gardens of Eden at their feet, but no

They will be blamed if they are astonished and appalled

Sir, there is love that has no limits

For you, love is burning within the depths

Evening love, love live and his world Tryak

I feel that you are here my days, even if you are not flattering me

The flower smells its fragrance and keeps the heart with your memory

The glow of your memory in my heart, after your repulsion, warms me up

And I walked with you

All possible mistakes

As much as he can and with his knowledge

You fulfilled your duty and did not fall short in your rights

And no one knew him except you, I would have met him

And your love can bring me to you

Gather our hearts and wrap them together

And you stayed with me

Deep down

In the depths of my delicate feelings

Not from you did the circumstances begin

No, the luxurious wishes are over

I regret it

I regret it

I never regret it, I have never loved regret

I regret it

It's not like the state of the world steals my sperm in just one moment

I regret it

And I have joy for you despite my endurance of hurting you, oh wound of pain

I regret it

My fear of you was the moment you made false appointments

It's just us in the end

Our passion sold us

Walking on the path of nothingness

And I kept singing songs of longing and regret for you

In order to bring you happiness and satisfaction, I went beyond the impossible

And with you until the end

Love me, O Hagaa, my previous appointments, you sent me to the embrace of sorrow

And you left me for noble sadness

Oh God, I have known you = a throbbing in my ribs

And I chanted your name, what a melody that pleased my ears

I am the one who melts with burning = with longing without pain

My cup has overflowed with sorrow = until I am tired of drinking

O Lord, I have washed away my sin with tears

O Lord, my praise = in my mosque or dormitory

O Lord, I am a supplicant = Will you not accept my supplication?

If you are not for me in Asai = then who will be with me?

Oh Lord, in the dead of nights = how much I regretted and how much I cried

And to you I humbly hope for you = and to your spaciousness, how much I have sought

I was once lost = and today, O Lord, I am aware

If you offer paradise = for sale, you bought it

Or were you calling me to my God = to return, for I have come

How I make mistakes about my life as if I do not know... I neglected the one who was at the beginning of my life

And I will continue to persist until my time has passed... Who is it for me if I become subject to sin in my grave?

With any excuse I will find my Lord to accept my excuse…….I wish I had my hair when I reached semen. I wish I had my hair