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In your eyes is the affliction of the hostage heart – Al-Buhtari poet
With your eyes the stinginess of the hostage heart,
excessive recurrent tears
and you have listened to the slanderers, until
I made some corners for them
And if you had a boy out of his whim
It would be justice if you would not desert me
I…
Do you see him think me or see me – Poet Al-Buhturi
you see me, or see me,
Forgetting the covenant that took me?
No, and whoever extends my purpose in his desires,
And he cursed me with what he had troubled me
a residence that resides in the heart
in it is obedient, and from disobedience…
Salaah How did you miss the Wisala – the poet Al-Buhtari
I asked her how you lost the connection,
And the ropes of our affection broke out
And she sacrificed the Levant, seeing it as forbidden
my connection, and deserted me halal
Does Belle tell me: hijra
wanted to avoid, motherfucker
I…
How sadly do idle tears fold – Al-Buhtari poet
With what sorrow are the widow's tears folded,
and hope for an unfailing air
Let death assassinate whoever willed, it
Today's dress is the one for whom temptations fear
And there was no one who was terrified to be afraid of,
And there is…
I was violent on the day of departure – the poet Al-Buhtari
you were abusive, day of departure,
My tears have fallen into neglect
Eve not parting fulfilled my intention
to me, Nor the meeting healed my dear
came to farewell, far away,
The approach of the sun deviates from the original
and repelled,…
If you had not scolded me, I would have said the house – the poet Al-Buhtari
If you had not reproached me, I would have said: the home,
meaning you explain, and a mixed singer
And with a pause it heals Galil Sabbah,
A person says what he wills and does.
shed tears first, I succeeded
burnt in the womb, what are you…
There is no Dimna, but I have not faded, nor rusted – the poet Al-Buhtari
There is no tumble blew, nor tarry,
responds to someone who slanders
If your tears are dear in any fees, film
pours upon her, I have tears of humiliation
Have you ever given me a look, so you see
in sand
Urge the cores with a sharpness…
That valley of arak, so lock up a little – the poet Al-Buhtari
That Valley of Arak, so hold up a little,
shortened from a misfortune, or lengthening
stand up longing, or happy, or sad
or appointed, or sorry, or excuses
Between the dune is the dread, and the dungeon
Ram a quarter to the family of Hind…