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Hand me a violet from his palm – Al-Buhtari poet
Hand me a violet from his palm
For everything I have agitated
lost my soul, Nor did you lack of strife
He knew from both sides of it – the poet Al-Buhtari
He might have known from both sides of it
It is not hidden from him that he is married
So his heart is from me, and he dries up
Donnie is covering her house and embarrassing
I don't forget I don't forget what I used to say
And the veto by…
How many nights have bells and galleries – Poet al-Buhturi
How many nights with bells and arcades
Kalim throws waves on waves
Falzo and the auspicious josq meet me
Cognitive
Secretly, my secret is my secret and Samarni
To banish worry from my heart by taking out
You called her a twig like a twig…
It became my friend until the morning – Al-Buhtari poet
has become bitter to me, Until morning,
change the place of the mantle schedule
as if laughing about a pearl
Organizer, cold or vaccinate
you think it arrogance, Emma Rana
to quench his eyelids, he shouted
bits of redemption, I do not graze…
You have the easy and tolerant creations in us – Poet Al-Buhtari
You have the easy and tolerant creations in us,
And the Nile is smooth for the seeker, and scattered
And the honors that sold their landmarks,
famous, As the stars of the night become clear
As for chastity, They landed
so that the world…
He obeyed his family in love when they advised – the poet Al-Buhtari
obey him, in love, they advised,
And Nashwan was from the drunkenness of passion, so he passed
and what the dove-noah irritates him, if
the pigeons howled on the branches or shrieked
And he does not let the ribs pass by,
if we distance,…
The brightest secret lightning or the light of a lamp – the poet Al-Buhtari
Is the brightest secret lightning or the light of a lamp,
mother smiling at the suburban view
Oh the misery of a soul that is very sorry,
And the heart of a comforted grandfather cries out to her
And the night turns white if you smile
On…
Is the conquest nothing but the full moon on the sacrificial horizon – the poet al-Buhturi?
Is the conquest nothing but the full moon on the horizon for sacrifice?
unfolded, So I cleared the night, one by one, by one
Or the saddlebag that protects his den,
or the impending hail, from the slanderous
as the tooth goes by, and…