Tell the imagination if you want to come back – Poet Al-Buhturi

tell the imagination, If you want, come back,
disengagement from discordant
so you are in my soul, if you mean me
And you sent me the thorns, the sweetest newcomer
The dreams of the sleeper are tempting me
deuteronomy, like a long penis
She wore her dress, burning her cheek,
Until it was enriched in a fleshy purple
to find the hills of the clouds upon the creek,
And on the contrast of his bullying plant
The connection was a long time ago
the time of perdition, And a tribe between Evd
It was just a gesture from the beholder
hurry it up, or a glimpse of an incoming
Are you a virgin,
Or are you from the complaint of the young man?
a longing that caught the heart of its intruder,
And longing speeds up the heart of the finder
Our passengers went to Najran, Iraq.
they asked to welcome her, Majid’s locality
I do not bend very upward
in a request, to be smoked up
a rag that he added to the heights of the graveyard,
sympathy, like a blazing meteor
The victory of Al-Muhammad in a time that did not remain
Ragi the Sarafis in it with Hamed
You catch a glimpse of your dust,
Even if he had the reins of the oppressor
desiring your own slander,
They wanted to be immortal about Khaled
and bring back the west of your mosques, if they boil,
A quest that you made trouble for the envious
strive to follow you, and obscene
Deprivation is destined for the prudent and diligent
I alerted the Diwan of loss, and it has risen
Its causes are the Sunnah of Al-Hasir Al-Hajid
sauerkraut Like a sword that shook its likeness
hell’s past, long forearm
And if you slander the dear, coined by
humiliation to you, non-obedient obedience
And if you seek shelter, it will fly upright.
whom you demand, and evaluated
For God, you are the light of a dark sermon,
even angel, And righteousness is a corrupt thing
How many graces you have did not let it be perverted,
you are becoming anxious due to a stray house
You promptly mentioned strange things,
they demand far divergent range
And I see the one who rests in grace as long as he does not walk
In people, her good speech is like the ungrateful
for me what you have learned of affection,
prefaces to letters, and poems
And the least between you and me is that we
We throw the tribes away from one tribe.