Words: O strange one - My days before your love were strange And my days after I loved you became the strangest The more I used to laugh at the funniest lover with his lover The more I became compassionate towards (the lover) And the affliction pains me the day I tried (to save my heart) And avoid what is fearful I used to think love is weakness And the homeland of the lovers is a jungle I want to live my life And my chest is a wound It is nothing but (manliness - And no love but the dexterity I was only delighted by hearing the actions of Ibn Muslim Qutaiba And I envied nothing but the intelligence of (Al-Hajjaj) in the art of oratory All my life my rights have not been taken by force It has not found a place with me but - the fighter and the steadfast I did not know that the journey of my days - Its near station begins With the last (homeland) I wished to knock on its door I came And my ribs are an age And the heart and its veins are barren And the divine command drove you And it rained on you - the most generous cloud on the day You took the soul of my heart with your terrible power I could not extend a hand - nor could I respond I became the one who tasted the flavor of victory from the weak and the dangerous right that dies if it clears itself Every time I intend to return the right to you - And if the calamity is the thief, the sword of your eye - And your smile is the representative Every time the winds of longing blow for your night, its fragrance exudes Poetry is intoxicated and the poet begins his rituals with writing Glory be to the one who made your magic - without doubt or suspicion The reviver of the dead - The killer of the living - Except for his honor, this is me Every day I begin and end with your ghost And every night I die in the place of your lute and its revival With you I am bound by the feeling of a believer to Mecca and Medina If the rope of title and kinship did not bind me to you, O spring of life, O luck and portion of Ibn Hudhal, bestow from the sweetness of your humility the brightness of the flower of his youth So that I may know That every joy I lived before you - was gloomy And every distress is different The narrowness of your absence - It was a joke Let the world (and I am by your side) bring what it will bring And whatever happens - My heart asks for you on behalf of me Judge by union) And redeem a seeker from his seeker And judge the separation if it arises (The limit of war What do I fear loss And from the simplest feeling of any disappointment And from (the defeat of my tears - And from the prison of depression What I am The great man Who has a lover behind him To mention her If you want him to bring a tall head He brought it I am stronger in your love In situations And I take pride in it A pride from which a long mustache falls - Fear and awe I cry I am the longing of the eyes That suits it - Arab It is not pride A coward I do not take pride No one knows him And you take your pride from the name Al-Otaibi And take refuge in it Like your grandfather took your eye In the face of similarity Your grandfather's sword From him are the heads of the people How many heads are Ghadeeb And your eyes are sleepy The hearts of the people Take them as a plunder Disperse The features of sadness in your beauty - and celebrate it with the celebration of the one who God gave your love and his sufficiency Whenever the wide valleys of the graves become narrow for you, remember that you are the beloved of a poet whose friends are his reproach, if the world is good for you - he knows how to find his doctor, and if he loses your face, the features of joy - he loses his mind in the arms of his face - and your heart, by God, it is not afflicted by sadness, distress, or fear that he dares to - and he meets it without you, for whom difficult things do not become difficult, he gave his heart a gift that he does not own, even his clothes Whenever the critic says love is fire, what is its secret, he says Even death for the sake of the one we love is welcome He is clumsy, he does not know that any lover from Otaiba is suicidal, he drives life without taking it into account Omar bin Hithal