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Shaky emotions, displaced by sympathy – Al-Buhtari poet
and jerky, displaced sympathetic
extremities softener, lukewarm limb
praises a strange stature,
and laugh at the tormentor of the falaj of the pavement
If it bleeds away, and if it approaches, it recovers.
their desertion wears out, and…
I said about advice to Bardhouna – the poet Al-Buhtari
I have said about a piece of advice
keep saddle up, or rewarded
If the passenger lies flat on her back,
reassure the two
or the camel stopped for its urine,
to be satisfied, or honor
I testify to God that the has approached
find your fault…
Hadramawt and wherever Hadramout – the poet Al-Buhtari
Hadramout And wherever there is death,
A country without Al-Fala and Al-Fayafi
daddy, O'Brother, your father spelled,
The mother of Abu Khathami'ik, the cobbler
We are the ones who have learned in honor
in, So be more beautiful among the…
We keep the deposit of Ardashir and he was not – the poet Al-Buhtari
you broke the deposit of Ardashir, and it was not
In truth, the honorable deposits are nicknamed
Would you stop a league?
so that it will pass you by
You hastened her out of her opinion
hurry the vineyards to the villages of the…
For my brother, love is an example that never dries up – Al-Buhtari poet
For my brother, love is an example that never dries up.
A fine that makes the tampon and heals
farewell means farewell
It is the nucleus of a stranger and a vowel.
and patience from everything but the eloquence
n, Otherwise, a rust, a…
Imagination guides us as a memory if it floats – Poet Al-Buhtari
The imagination guides us with a memory, if it floats
And he deceived us, And the morning has passed
believe us ban sada, when we ask her
Nile and you make false claims
the guani, morn between, kill us
What does the agonizing burial hope…
Alma past from Talaq Talaf – poet Al-Buhtari
As long as you missed an unfortunate encounter,
The mother of a thorn from the forehead is curable
Or is it tears from the fading atmosphere of love,
And the air in the wings of the chest is afraid
and standing on the yard, mouth of myrrh…
To any secret in passion I did not violate – the poet Al-Buhtari
To any secret of passion that I did not break,
And what kind of love did I not come across?
I have lapses that send me air,
exposing me to the slanderer
as charming eyes, you cooperate
On the verge of fading eyes
If I ask a thousand boys,…