Layla Bdhi Al-Athal Anani Tatawlih – Poet Al-Buhtari

May the night of the tulsah stray from me,
I see him, kissing, A century I will bring down
I stayed in the dark for a palace
a visitor
For there is no way for a slanderer to die by it
with boyhood, And he is the stinging of his means
late life repetitive news,
The closest to life to entertainment is its beginnings
running youth, if not completed,
And the thing runs out of its integrity.
And a person is followed by abstinence from his youth,
the incrimination of the year comes, then fable it
If he flees from the hardships of the days, he is resolute,
So determination is you who rub against whom you do not fight.
If my friend wants to be in Wydad, sigh
I forgot what I was hoping for
It suffices you to make for eternity
A treasure that allowed Abu Bakr and Nayl
escaping from among them, He is the possessor of it,
highly effective, And for the envious is his inferiority
they made him choose the goodness of his choice,
He has no equal among them
if we came to him, our goods would not spoil
And it did not prevent us from trying
When you contemplate him, knowledge is from his hand,
to chastity, orthodox approach, sable
loaded every day of their vices
heavy, He pursues from him what he engages in
We would not have returned to Baghdad without our luck with him,
And we did not want a mediator, had it not been for his recompense.
stripped of money preferably, and wear it
And a bit of praise you didn’t create
We show him how to sing a dying thanksgiving
enclose him, And he shows us how to hope for Him
Let the one whom the Most High have missed,
die madly, and get what you get
rise above your house, Marw Al-Shahjan, burn
It is increased thanks to its occupants.
The rain did not do good except that which made it against you.
insult him, And they stalked him from you, and hailed him
The full moon has nothing but that which you love,
to be enlightened, and to rise above him