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The reasons for the success of the poet – Al-Buhtari
Reasons for success
prostitute ride time available
And if he advised, he would have been in it
God's servants are ahead of success
His head caught what he intended
Bad morning came to his family
Dedicated to seeking and expressing
By it the…
O Abu Saleh, the friend of righteousness – the poet Al-Buhtari
O good father, good friend,
and the dew's brother, and the soil of permissiveness
I don't think the morning fulfills any good news
say through your yard in the morning
anything you know, Except
I sway musk in the wind breeze
However, the…
I forbade you from Salih, but he refused you – Poet Al-Buhturi
I forbid you from Salih, He refused you
Your arrogance is nothing but deceit
and I warned you not to ride in the desert
He will throw you into the tragedies of the quarrels
and what did we do from it, if it wasn't for your regret
and thrust…
Bimr Al Shahjan became a mannadhi – the poet Al-Buhtari
I sacrificed the two martyrs to mourn me,
And to the people of Marw, the Shahjans are praiseworthy
And they joined my two wings with the flock, and they were secure,
out of fear of the events of time, johnhy
How many white hands do I thank…
Inform Abu Salih whether you have passed it – the poet Al-Buhtari
Tell Abu Salih, either you passed by,
a message from the dead of water and wind
Have you shortened your possessions?
my driving, And you obeyed God and the living,
I complain to you, And what a serious complaint,
Two sermons have prolonged…
If a soul runs away from his guests – Al-Buhtari poet
If a spirit flees from his guests,
So what is the second rain that smells like
I snorted prostitutes and interrupted
Your insolence in the hill sweeper
I carried them when their intention was fulfilled
Air jar in the clan Hardcore
And that…
Asking to stay with every good omen – the poet Al-Buhtari
begging to stay with every good omen,
And with every good neighbor, or yesterday
He called him Saad, thinking that he would live by him.
age, Saad the slaughterer made him familiar
Nasrallah and the Conquest have come – the poet Al-Buhturi
God's victory and conquest has come,
And the dawn broke away from us,
a king's minister, and wished for a state,
slandered by insanity, and the pardon
as the lith, but he is glorious,
like rain, but it is allowed
And every door to the dew…