This is your book in which there is ignorance and violence – the poet Al-Buhturi

this is your book, in ignorance and violence,
has come, We understand everything you describe
Are you not afraid that the rhymes will make you miss you?
that standing, Go ahead and don’t stop
And a poet whose anger half does not stop
if shaken, And the lion is satisfied when he is satisfied
You reproach me with faults that I do not know
Mona, And you are arrogant and recognizable
do not unite us in apostasy, so
say, That is bad greed and greed
Why do you and the peace invite me to drink it,
I am responsible for something other than that
Interfering with each other is dangerous,
And the earth shrivels up from the weight of the barn
If we meet on a winter’s day, Fly
They are what I meet, when i go away
Abalghadeer, if he narrows his way,
or blinded way, when turning
And I said, “Chicken saliva is what makes the eye saliva.”
From every Ghadiya, their eyelids were showered
How does he make himself happy for a resident fowl? if
his clouds departed from his house,
The wind is not near or the sky is clear to us
The spring sun and the garden of the nose shining
And roses are separated from greens by a ma’safrah,
And his light covers the dead and the Najaf
There was a reunion that was parted
from U.S, and composing an opinion that differed