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If the beloved be according to that – the poet Al-Buhtari
If only love were according to who I am
We have a home and a home for him.
I loved Al-Lujain and Al-Dur Al-Wali
urging, And he was saying
And the gentle sheriff allows forgiveness
R If the frivolous friend falls short
by my father, you are…
Ibn Taher did not bring anything to me – the poet al-Buhturi
I did not have a pure son
like stooped to slack
and dear to me that you put me down
Examples of the world to the likes of you
I praise you even as if I were
I didn't know everyone about you
And this dog came like me
Your petty little uncle…
Medhat Aba Al-Abbas is still a shadow – the poet Al-Buhtari
I praised Abu al-Abbas for a long time
I hope in him the grace of his wealth
I would have praised a person if it was something bad for him
Why is the face of the earth in diameter and wet?
He has a heart, if God separates him
for people…
I saw the credit of imposing and loaning – the poet Al-Buhtari
I saw the credit of a loan and a loan
curiosity
And no lion is the guardian of a hand, so you should hope
Nawafl him, and there is no beautiful lord
Wasting fate from lack of endeavors
and the male died of extravagance
And cursed be the…
I find from you farewell an anomaly – Poet Al-Buhturi
find us farewell
and what you are doing is preoccupied with work
By God, we do not know the state is complaining
Its sequelae is in your mouth or the deer
or good luck to you lately
on each of you shall you lower or rise
I walk with a good…
Smooth Coffee Bartenders – The Poet Al-Buhtari
drinkers of smooth coffee
aerosol-like
the wind mingled with it
by the way, or prefer
excuse me from dissuading him,
if managed, or kiss
and rose on his cheeks,
if you blush him ashamed
refuse to fulfill the promise,
and to give to the one…
She said gray hair seemed to say yes – the poet Al-Buhtari
She said: gray hairs, I said: Yes,
the time has gone astray, and hurry
and with the gray hairs, on his behalf,
a respite for a while, and spinning
I thought that slander was a breach,
after fifty, And he who hears
My love for Sa'da is my…
Al-Khali refuses to cry in an empty house – Al-Buhtari poet
Cells refuse to cry empty house
and mourning in the drawing of sustenance and ruins
Dhu al-Sababa
And they found the support of Al-Dimna Al-Bali
I have deafened, and my ears are very attentive.
About my suffering in Layla and my infirmary…