He is my soul, he is my soul, he is mine, he is my water, he is my bread, he has no likeness, his garden of hope is his garden and his paradise, his running water is the redness of his apple, the vegetable of his willow is connected, he is moderate, he is the candle of the heart, he is the candle of the heart, he is drawn to him, whoever comes from the commotion, from the head of soda to this place, to slaughter him , whoever comes from the sahba, the flour of bile, the bowl of skeba, the general to come, to make it special, to come raw, also Dont cook it , Shah Hadi, he went to the valley of happiness, he promised him zakat, the vital water of the vegetable branches, so that he ate more of it, he ate it, he put it down , he took the trouble to ask for it.
