Peace be upon you, mail And he is urged by his intense longing O from my heart where they were a quarter of them For their imagination a palace built on it Your law is in the stone of your love Show us your remembrance and repeat In a dome that was hit on its knees The king of love extends it and it increases throw her fingers on her strings It stretches, then stretches, then stretches Arabic words whatever you want Because the iron and the boulder swam The strength of its strings was held in our hearts So go with the tones how you want Her disciple in Al-Hasan Yusuf met The mother of Christ and David in singing We put nets to catch it, and we miss it And do not put fishing nets Wow, she was killed, not Sawarm Wow, she was conquered, not soldiers A rug and the foreheads have prostrations She is owned and her kings are slaves Hawraa was hot in her forbidding virtues She killed her among the sleepers, a martyr Then followed by two poems in prayer for the Prophet, may God bless him and his family and his companions
Негізгі бет A very wonderful listening with a poem O Lord pray for the Mustafa / Spiritual Sufism in Yemen
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