Book: The Four Nights Written by: Ahmed Bakhit Category: hair Description: It is the most prominent and widespread divan of the Egyptian poet Ahmed Bakhit We have chosen for you: Without water, Layla jug childhood aging Without a blessed footsteps The beauty of a thousand ways dies Without the thickness of my wings Its feathers dry up I love you … did not miss me Except for the boy's passing face It will complete the pride of hair Unless the poet completes Because the secret is in flying Not in feathers and birds I am the Sufi and the lustful lovers and lover I'm in the heart of a saint And if they consider him a heretic And when I love a woman Turn it into music
