مركز اهل البلها

Hopes the heart of the center of the Kalib Become a gaffa By Allah, I have two delicacies Whereas Fajran appeared to have fallen here Laffer has one abundance of students Afraid of their shells find him The pen of the pen Jagerer Wadden Almnajib Nebarkab took our line Above the melted Maybarin hybrid Lochl has an hour with his hand From the palace of Ben Naqi Aten tires All Qassim right side Graying of boats Autopilot and cursed heart The eggs of the palate have their eyes like masheeb Rub the ruby ​​and grease the rubies Yaruhan with easy as a spider The cemetery of the cemetery is looted Noon in Al-Lebed Monitors If the buttocks disagree what we have And the era of spears shaking the herds You are taking Zul or Wakdenah They are now deporting the demands They have become the first to have fun They become tired and tired And the morning crippled above them Shelhneh Perhaps they have celibates Guest houses see what they hate And greeted the elders against foreigners The flaws of the above negotiations flew Old Fangs Aged damaged Layali was their absence Al-Yajaa day has a response and gains Matah claimed and what will bring home Their companion drinks the drinks Their enemy walks on suspicion And those who are with them on the shame of the deputy Elly knocked life alive And to scatter non-cloud impregnations On Ghadarin stone scattered Their eyes wobble They want to hear his sack down They are the Manut who is in his hands Dabdib He is also a zoner in his migration Poem of the poet Nasser Zughaibi Balmsarh princes of the tribe

This place comes to him from everywhere in the seasons of spring and muqnees