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My Informer, Barqa Ahwaj – Poet Al-Buhtari
My informative tenderly needs
About Dhaan I walked and Ahadaj
Volunteer souls directed to the core
Show them or voluntarily enter?
The empty clouds watered their ruins
Riya and even from the blood of Udagi
Survive from love, for the one who…
I was arriving to Saada very needy – the poet Al-Buhtari
I was very needy,
If it was a hope for the hope
Promise merges neither success nor backwardness,
tabulated between thinning, and integrating
The sun shone before the sun as it rose
walk in stab of them, and thorns
of ruby-dressed sashes,…
In your eyes, the light of the paralyzed chrysanthemum – the poet Al-Buhtari
In your eyes the light of the paralyzed chrysanthemum,
I notice the eyes of a fortune-teller, stooge
He is stubborn from his passion, which has made the ferocious more kindled,
And the passion was a burden on the loving one
The phantom of…
Do you think my feelings have not been cured – the poet Al-Buhtari
Thou thinks my sorrows have not receded,
Those who have departed have departed
She pointed with darkened eyes
of magic, she bid farewell, the cramped
farewell hug, I walked up
put my tears in her tears, blended in
So has a creator arrived…
And let’s Nael Bldjth – the poet Al-Buhtari
And let's get Neel
There was no brother before that,
Our brothers accept it and accept it
Abu Ali is the brother of Abu Al-Faraj
What did he do for you to hurry when he crawled to her – Al-Buhtari poet
What did he do for you to hurry when he crawled?
And you haven't done what Daraya has yet done for Karaj
If you were for the Shalmagan then
You are stuck in the strait of stalemate Al-Lahj
When Bakr Bakr tomorrow in Qasaleh
Tomorrow, Banu…
I wish I was eager for it and what – the poet Al-Buhtari
I wish! I ran into him and what
Who sings to me today?
Aba Al-Fadl is on his bed
They did not claim to be a good home
Long in these blackness is my time – the poet Al-Buhtari
Long in these blackness my stay
I complain about my love and hate
The thought lab kills the watercress
I leave Iraq and my inheritance
God hangs over your testicles
We will make you free from barber and malice
Brotherhood may complain about…