And what is coming and returning, say, God willing, good. And look, In the job, a senior engineer. In your tribe, for your country, little. You don't see like the sons of the night. The sun, the kandura, the sawwasabir. *** Say, God willing, good. *** Night, oh birds, oh birds. The dear one in his weight. Where do you find his eye? *** For the future, glory. And take the men, they will feed. *** Tonight, he is sick and walking, a wonder to my eyes, oh moon of the turning hour. Oh son of the living tribe. His tribe is Arab. The abundant is not little. Oh son of the free tribe. Among the men, there is no shade. The central one is a mountain of bitterness. *** The fourth model: Jamal Makaser Ali: Congratulations, congratulations to you. Oh autumn, you have cast your shadow. *** The green one, I name you. The vines are climbing, and your conversation is above. Oh employee, and high is your seat. *** Congratulations, congratulations to you. *** - 147 -*** I and my sweet, her beads. The heart, the safe, the red. The dear one in his weight. Where do you find his eye? *** For the future, glory. And take the men, they will feed. *** Tonight, he is sick and walking, a wonder to my eyes, oh moon of the turning hour. Oh son of the living tribe. His tribe is Arab. The abundant is not little. Oh son of the free tribe. Among the men, there is no shade. The central one is a mountain of bitterness. *** The fourth model: Jamal Makaser Ali. Congratulations, congratulations to you. Oh autumn, you have cast your shadow. *** The green one, I name you. The vines are climbing, and your conversation is above. Oh employee, and high is your seat. *** Congratulations, congratulations to you. *** - 146 -*** The pushing, the fourth, the sum. The master of the tribe, he is honored. He speaks the truth. *** Your gift is adorned. The one who agreed with you, I reassured him. ***