O Nile, Salama, there is no water on the ground.
(I wrote it while I was standing on the shore of the Seine River in Paris).
As we show the beauty of our Immortal Nile when God appreciates him to bypass a river of this globe,
All those who organized and sung for this Nile believed that God has mercy on the poet Youssef Bashir and the late Othman Hussein, and he was glorified in an extravagant work entitled (in the Mihrab du Nile) or (the descendant of Al-Faradis) …
Our creator is infected with a rhythm accompanied by the ankles, which simulates the validity of the illiterate, which is in violence in the North,
Then he sees his beautiful voice to say:
You are Yaniel (height) …
Then he concluded with (Hilleh al -faradis) in the fear of broken waves on the beach.
In the niche of the Nile
The poet Al -Tijani Youssef Bashir.
Othman Hussein’s performance
A prophet linked in your jungle
Between your development
In the abundance of your lineage
Your hugs in the paradise of immortality
And you have wrapped the light of your games
You have given yourself a green salary
She added her clothes to your jahl
So you fell in time and I emptied
To the east, paradise comes from your satisfaction
Among you, symptoms and
Your sufficiency is sufficient and under your clothes
The centuries broke you with a leg
After sin, the power of Sanabak
They are lightly confused in banks
Then they run on the way to your reefs
I’m surprised, you’re up to your sins
I’m in your morning
Power is a power and the universes of thoughts
And the miracle of all of you
How much does a prophet cost in the glory of your past?
And how much do they stand on your affiliation?
An imperfect eyes with papers
A year of Loosi
And a stain in water water
A new club of your love
In the heart of peace
Class and stand on the freshness of your youth
You are in the King of Blood
Breath flows in your clothes
If we attach ourselves to the pride of trustworthy
Satisfied with your storm
Or we have turned on your enemies
On a nation of what is in your book
Or we loved you in the majesty, so why
We break right
Where we were blessed with you
The calamity of new ones at the time of your eternity.
…
The Nile runs his steps, and he pulls his well from his Lake Victoria Omeyyad, to make a way to go out in the country of the spacious marshes, and he is wrinkled like a metal, and his skin has been given to people to the people to make them shoes that protect them with the lance, and bags that preserve the possessions of goodness …
Then he follows a reason …
A seminar on the right and the north meets him in his Omeyyad veins, and Nella (Blanche) has her cheeks in the sun in the center of Sudan, and if he had a daughter twenty, she disappeared with a nose, and she was the subject of Djaouen’s eyes to a Djaouen the path in the journey of eternal love to the borders of the North, and as soon as the Omeyyade reaches Khartoum is finished for the hug!
Oh oh
Because people sing for the embrace that we know; The Umayyade hug is incredible!
As soon as his illiterate white Nile in the guard of a girl reached Sidra, her passion is very passionate, the next blue is with the violence of a young man muscular from the sets of oriental brown.
(Totti) is created in the hands of Kef and the divine nun, and he fears the extremes of desire issued by blue blue, impulsive, intimate meeting …
And if they call the horizons:
And the Technicia …
It is not on the way to the university, because thieves sang for revolutions and visits to history, but rather on the path of familiarity, love and tenderness that lit the candles of the light movement, beautiful wealth …
Send me back to the Nile and do not wonder about fatigue!
Saif El -Desouki, our trip, said it while standing with this stand, but on another river:
Go back to the Nile, do not land fatigue.
Desire folds my ribs does not play.
I have in Diyar Diyar every time I have my eyes
She will see her in Daji Hadbi
And the memories of my loved ones if they come
I feel pain on the sea to play with me
A sheikh as if the dignity of the universe was its beard
And others, they were a parent
And the friends of the eyes of their merits
If you talk to yourself, you calculate the voice of a prophet
My mother, who gave my craftsman
His mercy comes from a fertile source
And to be absent on the way to life, my father
She also burned her father’s burden
And the people of my country aspire to destroy them
He also shakes the breeze of Reed
And the neighbor loves the neighbors of the cause
He can love them a lot without reason
People are the most wonderful of them in their simplicity
But their metal is more expensive than gold
Count me for the Nile, don’t wonder about fatigue
My heart sucks
The one who carries the love of his homeland
The absence refuses, even in the meteors
Surgery broke out the fires
The enemy of the wind is on my heart and in my nervousness
We were a sky that broadcasts good, flowing on the country
Like the Dima payment diameter
Our homeland was allocated and honorable
They are not in his life for a rapist
And role models for peoples who did not similarly
In a dream, science, morality and literature
And the treasure was the full human being
In the grandfather forum, he did not escape and has not lost sight of
And the Nile, if our arrival overflows from its calendar
And if the wet palm trees are withdrawn
And love is the most wonderful in the universe, we make it run
A thread of the sun or a drop of clouds
And the feat in the branches of its shine
I was raised with all kinds of generosity and grapes
People have extended if they chased
In the sun, come, come here, approach
She became shy.
Anyone who is on the Nile, to your loved ones, sing me
What happened to the conscience of people at the same time
Difficult with dog’s disease
It’s a strange period, how do we know it
Or how he knows the overcrowding of eras
Back to young hidden men
With love and connection, not a promise in books
And wipe the heart of what he has
And wash the face of the color of sadness and anger
I can come back as I went at a time
The pride of youth and the lord of art and literature
…
It is for my age as a poem in the stature of this Nile is a destiny and beautiful!
I don’t know why our singers haven’t been careful to sing it?!
Oh my God, have mercy on your servant, Saif al -Din al -Desouki, and forgive him and opens to him in his sanctuary like a door of heaven, you are not looking for, you are my Lord, and that is capable of it.
The meeting takes place in the Muqrin du Nile, and the Book of Azraq is written on white, so the trees are aligned on the two banks, and the newlyweds are bordered for the newlyweds. And the greenery, and I stand behind the door of time. I look at his cheeks to civilizations that extended on Shatine several thousand years before British Columbia in Soba and Tamayer.
And you see the poems to show my wonderful mind idris jamaa, may God have mercy on him:
A valley of magic or water and shasttan
Or a paradise he gave to Radwan people?
All life is a brilliant spring
On both sides
The IDs walk in a dream club
Deceived by a procession with a Ryan perfume
And nature has a severity in its aspects
He has an echo in the soul of the soul
If the sandals are alive
And night is teasing, so night silence is ears
Even if dawn smiles for that
And his hatred of songs and melodies
Light descends from its horizons
Al -Rawabi received it while he was Nashwan
I came from a lament of laughter
In every sense of magic Iwan!
And the Nile is impulsive, like the melody, send it
Psalms a feeling and a conscience!
…
The bride’s summary is composed by walking north, the omeyyad is guilty of the two signs and the two hugs, the two trees, the green and the voice of the voice of our departure, Othman Hussein, hesitates in my ears while he sings for our deceased al -tijani Yusuf Bashir:
So you were dismissed in time and emptied
To the east, paradise comes from your satisfaction
Among you, symptoms and
Your sufficiency is sufficient and under your clothes
The centuries broke you with a leg
After sin, the power of Sanabak
They are lightly confused in banks
Then they run on the way to your reefs
I’m surprised, you’re up to your sins
I’m in your morning
Power is a power and the universes of thoughts
And the miracle of all of you
How much does a prophet cost in the glory of your past?
And how much do they stand on your affiliation?
An imperfect eyes with papers
A year of Loosi
And a stain in water water
A new club of your love
And the morning when the white wires sinned from dawn, the waves of your water, you, the beloved Nile …
And no, may God have mercy on us, the shower when we sang for him, and he said: He said:
And following the Nile Julouf
With the morning wave
One day, I stood in cold water with the tips of my toe,
And if a thickness jumps from the waves, God blesses and dissolves his eyes from the green from Shatin, and she returns with the same bitterness to seek looking for the playful palm trees. And a donkey, and on the dimension of women in the middle of the clouds, choose the fruits of the Gombo …
And the eggplant …
Tomatoes …
And close to children’s voices, they laugh, play between banana leaves, and they are pushed with lemon fruits …
P (I take advantage of myself), raising and healing my soul, and I can extend my chest to extend all the hills saturated with oxygen from omeyyad …
And I said that I was addressing the Seine river:
Where are you of God for you?!
He concluded by saying:
Omeyyad, my loved ones.
I believe in God.
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