قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل

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Now listen to the sound of the poem Sfeir Al-Bulbul Al-Asmai’s poem without the Net MP3 The Al-Asmai poem is written in full, the application works completely without the Net, so do not worry, it will not be withdrawn from the speed of the Internet or from the package.
* Al-Asmaa's poem written
* The poem Dasut Sfeir Al-Bulbul, audible, MP3, audio
* Story of Al-Asmai poem

The whistling sound of the confusion raged my drunken heart
Water and blossom together with fried luck blossom
And you, my master, my master and my master
How many timne my mind spin
I picked it from a heaven and then shy rose
He said no no no no no no has been jogged tomorrow
The helmets tilted away from this man
Volt and Walolt and me and me oh woe to me
So I said don't take over my pearls between me
She told him that when he got up he found transportation
And a young boy slapped me coffee like honey for me
I smelled it with my nose, the brightest of pink
In the middle of a jewelery orchard with flowers and pleasure for me
The oud drew dna for me and the drum plump for me
Plump medicine plump medicine plump medicine plump to me
And the roof overdrive overdrive me and the dance has blessed me
Roast and grill on quince paper
Chirp lunar crying bored in boredom
If you see me riding on a donkey, I will go away
He walks on three calves gait
And people translated my sentences in the market in a few
Everyone is cakes, back cakes and from Hwailli
But I ran away, fearing Al-Aqqal
To meet the most revered king
He orders a red stripe like my blood
Run in it for the tail walking
I am the Asmaa'i writer from the land of Mosul
I organized decorative pieces that could not be read by me
At the beginning, I say the whistling sound of confusion

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