I see pleasure for the people of pleasure and the people of generosity and distress, and for the love of pleasure there is an expensive price. And I sell my experience, O Sa'ad, and the years revolve. I think about a situation, we presented some conditions. I see days, and in authority, the girl's matter is a journey. She went with honey and I became in debt to my honey makers. The world is of no use, why did what happen to you happen? The day of difference and the end's fragrance descends on me. Men rise, crossing hardship and the quintal. One kills me, one of the people kills me. Write, may your Lord guide you, O blindness of sight, O who was born, God's majesty is his staff.