Thou and the celebration in my affliction,
non-resident zygote, nor mile
indeed, If you can or can take
from the insane to the insane
The Ghawani sang in disappointment
my letters, and apologized to my messengers
For a prophecy about boyhood
face, or a great deal about spinning
of the best that time has helped me with,
We are the ones who prevented him
a dazed day that dawned on him the
fainted, or a night in qatar
the yellows dye the cups of sugar, or
The tinting of the cheeks turns red to shame
let the evil go, where you fold it,
What is the path of change beyond my path?
sorry for the lost youth, gesticulate
I spent it in the early ages
and was afraid of spelling, I said to him,
I was afraid of miserliness,
I wish you had sufficed before death
See what you have said before me
it is enough for you to be denied praise, gesticulate
affected by a witness, and a proverb
God has enriched me abundantly, gesticulate
richer than the lowly and the inferior
It suffices you from the wealth of your home
Abu Amer will lose hope
ease his manners, we are on
A state of eternity, rugged tricks
occupies raised stumps
from descent into the ravine, and the few
If it pleases him and forbids that
the rain or its misfortune, don’t get wet
Evacuate the soldiers for us from the moon
obfuscated by Saudi Arabia, Connected
Ashwas does not wear Hebron on
sufficiency, a lot of slippage
Treachery is not mixed with loyalty, Nor
Selling friends with boredom
I am preoccupied with describing what it shows,
Every day increases my work
It’s farewell from us to praise him
resident blind, And Hamad is a traveler
So deliver me, protected from accidents
a tunic covered you, drop down
And do not continue to submerge the soil with dew
plucked from your hand, is accepted
You and the celebration in me – the poet Al-Buhtari
