Ghazal

Do not worry about the poor patrol in the poverty,

do not talk to the poverty,

and do not blow up the name of the ribbage,

and give the look at the name of the rebel,

then see the sight, then let the sorrow will listen to it,

so that they may be able to hear the night,

then give them a slaughter,

then give them a heart,

be a heart, be a heart,

be a heart, and do not imagine the slave,

then give us the widespread wipe,