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I bore you to lend me a light of foolishness – the poet Al-Buhtari
you slandered me a lighthearted foolishness
Lymphatic leukonychia
wycome, The whiter of the morning looks better
in the eye from the darkness of the night
And does the blackness of elevation perfect its beauty?
In the extremity except for…
Your tongue is sweeter than a bee reaping a date – Al-Buhtari poet
Your tongue is sweeter than the promise of a bee
And your sufficiency is narrower than a lock
The wish that comes to you even when it ends
as long as you handed him the end of the rope
In every way, women are killed – the poet al-Buhtari
By all means, women are killed
There is no way to kill women
And in every home for lovers there is a need
And it is nothing but a lesson and a cry
And I weep for a rest
Is it too late to weep?
as if your eyes had no view of it
that house…
Do you not see the mangled model Dania – the poet Al-Buhtari?
Do you not see the merciless casualty approaching him?
have smashed the ground, and dissolution of his isolation
The wind shoves him away and brings him down.
and thunder rescues him at some point
weeps and the face of the earth laughs at…
Your singing bequeaths you to humiliation – Al-Buhtari poet
Your singing begot you fornication
cursed and expelled from the courtyards
and losing you is better than redeeming
and insulting you takes precedence over the diatribe
And your father's day of striptease
And the day you passed away to…
O son of the one who is born free – the poet Al-Buhtari
O son of one who celebrates birthdays freely
From Banu Jafar to Ibn Abi
I am near you a friend
he was pressed by the meteor showers
He has a saying when you sing
A non-faqih has returned to us
ostentatiousness Where is my likeness in Fiqh?…
A quarter empty of a full moon – the poet Al-Buhtari
A quarter of his full moon is rich
And the like-minded oryx looked after him
an ugly substitute for the beauties of an image
God has linked hearts to their eyes
Our eyes were meant, so he threw the passion
time has changed its strength
and…
He let go of his arms and bow to me – the poet al-Buhtari
let go of his arms and bow to me
plucking his beard
the people praise him and slander them
What thanked the grace of Hajiha
I found your poems in their spell
dripping from the arms of its rhymes
you said, have overdosed
in it, Or did you…