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Oh, it’s too late, so keep the air – Poet Al-Buhtari
Oh, it's too late, so stay the air
who broke a promise
He said he promised me, and I believed him
tenderly and sympathetically
Your sweet tongue that tempted me
From you delegation has increased my loyalty
I fell in love with you so much…
Abu al-Saqr Dawlah – the poet al-Buhtari
for my father the falcon country
like him in backwardness
Muzna when you horse
authorized the unveiling
people knew his reply
after the length of the metamorphosis
they are between frightened
horrible and terrifying
Balut Aba Ahmed Murra – the poet al-Buhtari
I spoke to Aba Ahmed once
So I found him a silly miser,
Were it not for necessity, I would not have come to him
And when necessary, I come to the kanifa
I missed the processions while I was young – Al-Buhtari poet
neglected the procession
And what have I been behind?
I feed from my wealth, and I feed a target
And you are a man without your wealth
And you are the shepherd commander in every town
Hence, our foal is fat and lean
Do not be deceived or deceived by a sparkle – Al-Buhtari poet
Do not be deceived or deceived by a flash
who is deceived
If you turn the whole earth
And you walked in the middle and the edges of the earth
You've never found a true friend in it
Nor does a brother do justice if he is pure
Awaq pour from Hawa Faqih – poet Al-Buhtari
I awoke, pouring out of my woes, and I awoke,
Umm betrayed a covenant, I obey Shafiq
the tuberculosis, As you say, to rest,
If my heart had gone to peace at all
this agate, And it has a beautiful view
to the fuck, If the agate were an…
Leave my tears in that longing – Al-Buhtari poet
Leave my tears in that longing
you procreate because of the day of parting
May the tears be sedated by silence
a longing wanderer
Raya did not drink water from the
for, And you didn't know what was inside the lovers
sent her to me, and…
I have now shown you the brightest lightning – the poet al-Buhtari
I now show you the brightest lightning,
Or torches rejected by a fire?
in an unfortunate way,
between the troughs, crack brake
ask Bathan, and did not leave
to be filled with garnet fissures
alert me, away from a whim,
Client, in my bed,…