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Yalut and the Est from him – the poet Al-Buhtari
slandered and estranged from him
How amazing is the impossible homosexual!
You took my servant and masked him
Ignorance gave you my family and my money
cost him more than he can
So the goat blessed under the deer
So what is wrong with you…
Prince Aba Ali has become – Al-Buhtari Poet
The Emir Abu Ali has become
His palm has encompassed the honorable and the highest
The caliphate encircled it further from its might
And the Caliph sufficed with what was most important and difficult
a sword against his enemies, don't get…
I saw the extroversion to you enjoy – Al-Buhtari poet
I saw the extravagance to you enjoy
You have, And the weal is allowed
silence angers you, if we shut up,
Some people are angry with the question
White hands have preceded you
And tools if you carry heavy weights
And if there was no need to…
If I was happy, I would be happy to give it to you – the poet Al-Buhtari
If you were happy, I would be glad to receive it
or make it easier for her
to heal the bowels of the ailment
orphan
Indeed, the temptation is the day when the loathing has fallen
she gave us the utterances
how slow the morning is
repel or…
This beloved, welcome to his imagination – the poet Al-Buhtari
this lover, welcome his imagination,
that I was converted, And the night is in its saddle?
but how he visited, and without it unknown
because of the wilderness, Dates in God
A joy that has overtaken the afflictions of a cure,
Far from its…
It has increased in my stomach and set me on fire – Al-Buhtari poet
It has increased my stomach and has kindled mine
Habib's resting place, Yom Ban, and Dabil
and the survival of al-Khathami and his class
From every lump the ulcer is formed
People of impossible meanings if they
they asked for ingenuity,…
Fouad in the remembrance of the hypocrites is a client – the poet Al-Buhtari
Fouad, in the remembrance of the hypocrites, entrusted,
And a home alive in it, for longing, a house
Laila's left, And in the chest a need,
made by a grandfather, as it goes away
Peace be upon the living who endured,
And two calves from…
Standing in the songs of the house, asking for it – the poet Al-Buhtari
Stand in the songs of the house, asking for its length,
About the lost people were their solutions
When did Su'a go away, it
So, I have little to fear her departure
And if we had given you endurance in the morning,
for their loads of tears…