قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل بدون نت مكتوبة صوتية 1.0 Apk

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The Al-Asmai poem is written in full, the application works completely without the Net, so do not worry, it will not be withdrawn from the speed of the Internet or from the package.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