O daughter of eternity, have you seen something like me?
When spurring semen and dispelling doubts
set out to mission with determination
And my clothes are the darkness of your shadows
and tear the pockets out of the night-wearing
How much do you want to say?
And I am the resolute motivator of anxiety
So, I will absolve him of the steadfastness of the forbearance
Shame the heavens like a stern servant
between tenderness and affection
In his hair, and the flies are the daughters of the atom,
sings
heartless
Awakens the core
I ride the night in the great brightness of the night,
And he wanted the morning time for the time of the day
And so I desire to be a boy of aspiration
Al-Khayeem Al-Mafouk
And to my brothers of strange manners
, I salute and greet you
salute them as an Arab witness
Absent from them in the house of Atek
Then he was deceived, and he was deceived
In the land of Iraq and Yarmouk
fakhrassan, Displaced Vale Sahn
its makers, the people of Tabuk
Woe unto you, for the poetry has been perished.
And they wept for the veil of the afflicted
Then they slit the pockets
The matter and its breadth is like the father of the drocks
O Imra’ of al-Qays, if your beloved had seen poetry
fed with poor pronunciation
I would have cried blood for gentle manners.
with a lot of tears you shed
and you wept joyfully and cheerfully
Labida and Qarm Al-Nahik
And the two of us cried out of great affliction.
Then the stalk of the ground-eared
Where are Shamakh, al-Kumayt, and Dhu al-Rama?
He described his mission and your prophet
Where is that cute, I sing Ibn Hani?
Good , And in it kings rejoice
The palms of dreams have ruled in you
And her judgment dawned without doubts
and I exchanged the one-eyed
between filth and you
the people are gone, but the time of the people has passed
And I left for time the hacks
O daughter of eternity, have you seen someone like me – the poet Al-Buhtari
