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Take me back from me Haba Khalif – Poet Al-Buhtari
I have returned from me the love of successors,
I took over the praise for them alone
And only what I said about them became famous.
And if they add to the river for a day and add to the river
If the eagle takes a shriek,
The circle of…
An interesting heart meant by broadcast and pomp – the poet Al-Buhtari
A passionate heart afflicted by slander and bruising,
and an eye that sheds the tears that it finds
proper approach, And they do not come close to meeting her,
It equals in its whims the nearness and the distance
White do not reach the rope…
The spectrum of pain came alive when he saw it – the poet Al-Buhtari
pain spectrum, and alive at his sight,
He would have cured the meaning from his hesitation
passing through the sand, Yuri from his handicap,
between its lower valleys, and find him
He roamed the land from my side Idham,
Until he was guided…
I breathed her closeness to us as nods – the poet Al-Buhtari
its proximity to us ran out,
And the close relative who is forbidden to you is far away
and her father, And if you go crazy
in her whim, And a new one broke out
What is in the distance of inferiority or ka
never judged, from the woe, repels…
How cute is your pacting imagination – the poet Al-Buhtari
How sweet your merciful imagination,
And to connect you closely and apart
approaching, If the shrine is far, and intends
in the close, The brother of passion is not far away
What did your widow want, in the ball,
stray
bewildered with…
Gray hair or hastening its reply – Al-Buhtari poet
gray hairs, or hurry up,
And the youth borrowed someone who didn't want him back
don't ask me about boyhood, after spelled
boy's kindergarten, and walked coldly
And the old people's teeth become worn out
Get some of our lives that we find…
Let the thing not ask for it from its face – poet Al-Buhtari
Do not ask for something from its face
I think you want something from where it was not hoped for
If a person does not want you to keep him
advantageous advantage, it was a pilgrimage
If the fates end the wake of a need
She wanted you, even…
Svaha went too far with her blame and arguments – Al-Buhtari poet
foolishly blaming her and blaming her,
And multiply her when she saw, its noises
and its prophecies, If her feast comes back,
And if my soul rages, let it rage
Is eternity nothing but distress and its relief,
imminently, Otherwise, it is…