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My Sahib is not free – the poet Al-Buhtari
My owner is not free His tongue is from a surgeon Able to tear off As a joke
We have an unjust owner, Yaza – the poet Al-Buhtari
We have an unjust owner He does not defile us with a dirty seat It cost us a daughter If he ever...
Goodness to you, how much is my spontaneity and what is my effort – Al-Buhturi poet
Goodness to you, how much is my pardon? And what is my effort, The family of Hamid is with the...
Take me back from me Haba Khalif – Poet Al-Buhtari
I have returned from me the love of successors, I took over the praise for them alone And only what I...
An interesting heart meant by broadcast and pomp – the poet Al-Buhtari
A passionate heart afflicted by slander and bruising, and an eye that sheds the tears that it finds proper approach, And...
The spectrum of pain came alive when he saw it – the poet Al-Buhtari
pain spectrum, and alive at his sight, He would have cured the meaning from his hesitation passing through the sand, Yuri...
I breathed her closeness to us as nods – the poet Al-Buhtari
its proximity to us ran out, And the close relative who is forbidden to you is far away and her father,...
How cute is your pacting imagination – the poet Al-Buhtari
How sweet your merciful imagination, And to connect you closely and apart approaching, If the shrine is far, and intends in the...
Gray hair or hastening its reply – Al-Buhtari poet
gray hairs, or hurry up, And the youth borrowed someone who didn't want him back don't ask me about boyhood, after...
Let the thing not ask for it from its face – poet Al-Buhtari
Do not ask for something from its face I think you want something from where it was not hoped for If...
