He came to the farm next to the neighboring crop.Although they say: "They weep on the shore near the mourners in the midst of the mourners." The messenger of the cloudy days, Darog! When will the rain come?
On a rug that is not a rug, in my dark pile, which is not a particle of vitality , and the wall of reed ribs is on the wall of my room, it bursts from its dryness , like the hearts of the companions, who are in the desertion of the companions of the messengers of the cloudy days, Darog! When will the rain come?
