The leaders of the flock ???? Sheikh Rakan bin Khalid bin Hathleen Lyrics by Suleiman bin Saqah Performed by Khaled Al-Buraik Subscribe to the Basmat Al-Ebdaa media platform and activate the alert bell to access the latest artistic releases: / @basmhalebda3 For communication and inquiries: Official accounts of the Basmat Al-Ebdaa platform. Official Whatsapp: Direct WhatsApp chat link: https://wa.me/message/4GKUGHJQFDZTC1 +966562778026 Official Snapchat: / a_thane2 Official Twitter: / a_thane2 Official Instagram: / a_thane2 ــــ Lyrics of the work The night continued and I hid the moon in the darkness of the night And the edge of my veil The paths of love are blazing and knocking on it. Away from the paths of poetry and slogans for five months And my soul is in the next time The least that bothers it, O audience of poetry, I am not stingy with feelings on the scene, but the mind does not sing... What suits it. I am not a poet whose capital is a rosary and whose throat is filled with gunpowder that he cannot swallow. I am a poet from the Ajman tribe who is neither forbidden nor commanded. If I set my foot forward, I cannot bend it nor understand it. After I came to the square, Dhaidan bin Mansour got angry when I recited the poem, thinking that I stole it from him. Just as the Otaiba store up a traveler, a lover, and a hidden one, the Ajman will store me up when I visit their flags. I love the one whose blood boils every day from the heat, and I love the one whose quarters do not separate. I love the night and the darkness, and I love the rainy traitor, and I love the clear sky that reveals its truths to the merchant, and I love the one who has a branch from whose forehead light shines, and I love the hour whose minutes we do not know. I wander through the valleys of the Ajman tribe, and the truth is the jug of the humiliated, but the temptations of time make the people catch up with them. And to whom the claim is great, I gave the line to the nose of the Moors under the mercy of the Generous One who creates souls and provides for them. And I directed it to a sheikh for his elders and his quarters, a role with his grandfather, the Ajami family, whose guns have been raised. Ibn Hathleen, whose name was before the constitution appeared, the sciences of the Naji’i, even the tongue of the Turks pronounces it. The leaders of the flock, on the day of the tribes, send out sports before the state gives the servants of God its cards. The maternal uncles of the investigator of the vision, the maternal uncles of Muhammad Al-Man’our, the sheikhs of Naid Al-Araban, whose depths you do not know. From Al-Mu’idh, and Al-Mu’idh, when the famous position comes, their sides go around, and their keys do not fail. On Rakan bin Khalid, the cups of praise, I search for him, the coffee maker from the beginning of God’s creation, on a sheikh from the sheikhs of the peninsula, for the tribe, a wall of treasure for his quarters, when the world drives it, he finds it. When the mountains of the earth shake, the men who blame people are stifling him in his argument, the mountain will stand up for him. Our children, if Hamza were against us, he would stir up bundles of money without anyone knowing, so he would burn the blood money. And when the commotion breaks out, you see him butting the long-armed column, even his prey, he does not even catch it. His great stances that mend my broken bones, if I showed them to him, you might not believe them. Whenever you say the world is double and rich, or four, you will burn it before you take the wick and flash it. And we are his friends, whose heads are not visible in the wasteland. If it were not for the decree of God, we would have buried it and not tamed it. And his uncle is the treasure of the most severe friends, our sworn oath is reserved for me, the keys of the case do not stick to it. Ibn Ayed, when I grow up and come in the middle of matters, matters that the tribes and green necks advise him to free. May Rakan bin Khalid be rewarded by the vicissitudes of time. May God not grant success to those who want to bring him down. May he be sacrificed for the one who made promises to his friends, the Balfour Declaration, when the circumstances come to him, he crushes and annihilates them. Men who do not cooperate with us when we are fed up with money and advice, may the one who drowns the ship in the middle of the sea drown her. A woman who does not shed her clothes, wears a decoration, hangs her on a hanger or does not hang her. The color that a man does not approach the suspicious and forbidden. There are spots of calamities that do not leave their hangers. How many men have had money, gold, palaces, and the prestige of the morning, and their hands are on whoever is going to clap them. Your forefathers are with your friends, your belt, your saved bank, like the cloud that when it closes, its lightning flashes.