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Fouz – Poet Al-Buhtari
you got hit by a bug in the bathroom,
and leaned on the way to Said
I see the news of your house about you folded,
How did you turn away from the postal news!
My father, how did you break my promise – Al-Buhtari poet
My father, how did you break my promise?
you became too heavy to fulfill my promise
You did not find what I found, and as soon as
You described if you didn't find like my grandfather
Lord of a day when I obeyed you,
And the goodness of your…
The Imam has defeated the enemy – the poet Al-Buhtari
The imam has been victorious over the enemy,
And the king became the baptist
And the nights were known in bravery
and tamed, What is the punishment for corruption?
One of them went far, curious,
The stubbornness and persistence may…
He called my lesson to run on injustice and intent – the poet Al-Buhtari
He called my lesson to run on unfairness and intention,
I think a breeze has passed the desertion after me
devoid of my viewer, after his character,
How astonishing for eternity is lost on lost
My boyfriend! Is there a view that connects…
Other than Marji Salwa or her disciple – Al-Buhtari poet
Other than Marji Salwa or Muridha
If the sparks of love love its subsidence
Your escape from the palm of the miser and the eye of the
A lover hit her a day between her stagnation
And the covenant only performs its groaning
And there are no…
We commented on the minister’s reasons and did not find – the poet Al-Buhtari
We commented on the minister's reasons, and we did not find
we will not be able to, without the minister, no reply
The content of the previously glorified and prayed
And he gave, and he did not give a little, nor did he assert himself
He…
Haji Bani Bahter and Taiha – the poet Al-Buhtari
Haji Bani Bahter and Taiha
A traitorous people grieve in the liver
But a sitter if it wasn't for his meanness
He made the spell out of his way
I raise my fate to him and he counts me
Leave him to stand in his own country
I'm sorry, it has…
Bani Jaafar What is for the young in advance – the poet Al-Buhtari
Bani Jaafar, what is for the young in advance
You have a blackened old age
He tells of a straying sheikh releasing you
The conversations of those who tell them are running out
If they share a bad thing, they ride it
Obaidullah starts…