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Shaqni in Iraq is a lightning bolt – the poet Al-Buhtari
staunch lightning in Iraq,
An intruder longing called me to Syria
And I see my concern is costing me a mother
for things, They are light and heavy
Whenever you say I have relieved my stirrups,
You took me away from the rights curiosity
And…
Do you think time brings me back my days – Poet Al-Buhturi
Do you think time brings me back my days?
among the white palaces, and the perch
Since it is not surreptitiously communicating with them, Nor
Over-meeting with them
hours of fun you never mentioned,
Unless you renew my love at that
It is…
He watered the house of Laila where her drawings were – the poet Al-Buhtari
watered Laila's house, where their charges settled,
A sacrament of the name and the flood of its clouds
How many nights did she give me her imagination,
and the plain of the Fife below it, and their bundles
The country is good with its…
He was not really generous nor skilled – the poet Al-Buhtari
did not really have the cream, nor the skillful
As well as , Fadl bin Abdul Karim
if he travels in good faith
a mistake quickly perishes
O grave of Yahya, do not leave a greeting – Poet al-Buhturi
O grave of Yahya! don't say hello
From everyone smiling and singing
What is the point of the opinion of someone who is anxious,
the final judgment was killed by it
Or did you not know that he who sought glory
with the sword, on the day of…
The grace, generosity and dew – the poet Al-Buhtari
The generosity, the generosity, the dew,
of grace, Ahmed bin Al-Haytham
chivalrous manners made him unaware
White, in the face of adversity
A king who built for Azad great glory,
in white: hussam and dirhams
His forefathers hunted kings,…
O manor of the world, the manor of its people – the poet Al-Buhturi
O wasteland of the world and the wasteland of its people,
and the Muslims, the humiliation of Islam
She asked to enter polytheism in the land of guidance
between the ink, and the tongues of pens
This is the son of Joseph in the hands of…
My covenant with your quarter, for example, Aramah – the poet Al-Buhtari
covenant with your quarter as a parable of Arame
the light of their cheeks clears his darkness
familiarity with the house, I'm insane
enough
Emma, he will be hidden in his air, his atmosphere
lightning
the night comes to me and my tampon…