O favor of what is the resentment and anger – the poet Al-Buhturi

Oh the grace of what is the resentment and anger?
Umm, the rope of serenity is untied
Um, what a desertion wandering about with you
Do you always tell him and get close?
This is a sin I will not go back to him
What followed the wind of the north of Nakb
Mother bear me scraper, set me on fire
You have a fire in your jaw that burns
Oh grace, you have insulted me with hostility, has
I gave them above what they asked for
He pushed you away and a slither happened
From the owner of a gal and this is wrong
was a friend, became knowledge
distance, So hearts turn
I will cry for what I knocked
eye, And the swarm’s tears overflowed
Sad crying for a boy
She did not spare her pity and hump
I mourn alive, his affection died
in phase, And gradually you love
Bach Sna fire and this is hidden
And our fire was once a flame
I would have come to peace
You cover me up for meeting the veil
He was kind and generous
Since the friendship between us is legislated after
For I am in a state of high rank
You honor me once for her Arabs
Shade me to the kings of my name
Their rain is lujain and gold
In reducing the living and the shadow of the kingdom
He might have been describing what is in Aleppo
Even if time tempts me,
And eternity is in us to spend noob
Donnie closed the door of serenity as if
There was no reason between me and him
Oh my friend, I was not afraid to change it
What did he do with literature?
Mali – and I was the friend I hope
I look forward to it and look forward to it –
I come to you in pursuit of my feet
Longing stimulates me, then you hide
About Me, As if I came to you
A Muslim who is about to try it
There is your dry veil if you want
You have slandered me or slandered me
The reward for saying about you is not what
He falls short of adjectives and speeches
this is for my age, And the heat does not accept the
hon, And if he says he has a star
O favor, I do not bear estrangement, but I
In the earth sacked and turbulent
hey hey, I do not care less
Who is Jafani a welcoming man?
The spring of marriage prevents me
No blasphemy, no heart
About carrying something that has little possibility
Till my bones bury the soil
Oh please, I have something to say
angry, if i shake it, sprue
The sanctity I have offered
And what is shameful is a lie
How many enemies did you force a sneeze?
in you, How much anger did you shake me?
On men if they insult
In you, between me and them we love
If people get into their act
I was the one who chose and was elected
I make you the feat of their mug
if postponed, And if they get angry
Then he showed me you have a place
I avoid my sanctity and avoid