I started blaming and blaming when I blame him – Al-Buhtari poet

you blamed, and when you blame him,
not when you grow old, nor his reluctance
not irrigated by the water of youth, nor angel
golden celestials for his days
Welcome to our knowledgeable visitor, if it
He knows who is accustomed to his acquaintance
gleeful, let him hug him in the ball,
and brooding, out of the way, in peace
I show you the dreams of darkness with a lure,
Did the ribs see you in his dreams?
For the silent Muhammad is silent
pedigree, like a decade of destiny
two honorifics collected for him
in his ignorance, And in Islam
If it is said Rabi’, then it is from its forefathers;
Or it was said that he was one of his uncles.
worthy of his age and more,
And his son, his happy, and hisham
look at those mountains, it’s over
numbered in its hills and hills
like a sword in his butt, and the rain in
inspire him, And the lion at his feet
If you deny what I say, then disobey him.
or bar him, or nawh, or sama
forked, not required in an assembly
who understands anything, nor intelligible
slammed his tongue,
It’s as if he passed the way of his judgment
Either vows have passed, it
steadfast in the covenant of the dew and its slander
And a house that dreams of honor and glory,
So that glory is all of his sleep
redeem you, Maybe one day he came to me
Sorry, He takes the riches under his control
And if you want I dressed you up with talents,
They spread roses from their sleeves
but the horse, for they made his day,
And it suffices for a day to tell his general
steeds, break out of her illusions
previously, He could fly away from his illusions
gleeful, slapped by the sides,
when the full moon came
and blackened then shriveled, to behold,
its flanks, lit up in his shadows,
sides of his custom, it’s like
the torment of a trumpet under his bath
the front of the ears, you think it
How does the person in front of him see
sway
righteous, and grows in his recruitment
And if the short spur meets behind him,
The length is good for his belt and his belt
as if his knight, behind him,
buttock, you will not see him from before him,
for his coats, he imagined,
for bamboo, fit in his bones
In a flame like a gray looming in my part,
deceiving her from resembling him in love
And rhyming between rhymes gets me
What he wants from the thousand and the blame of the Qurayd
as if you were laughing at him, if you are invoked,
thunder rumbles in its thick clouds
like an eagle descended from his height,
in Baqir As-Samman or shoot him
Or like a crow tomorrow quarrels with its companions
in the blackness of his kilt, and good stature
Nothing is better than a boy tomorrow
of his most faithful goodness, and from his common
I sent him full eyes greeted
Of which, with her desire for its longevity
as if every miracle is connected
by dividing the moments into its sections
And the party brought a visitor to a banquet,
unless you visit him with his saddle and bridle