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You may see studies of those drawings – the poet Al-Buhtari
You may see studies of those drawings,
And the love of the one who is justified in it, blame
Standing asks the singer. and satiate
Visit an overflow from a mushy waif
The weakest of the ropes is the umbilical cord,
He doubted his name…
I see you, the beloved Khater and Illusion – the poet Al-Buhtari
I see you, my beloved, in an illusion,
Or have you been visited by the delusions of a dream?
those blessings, if you were blessed
to thank us, in connection, inam yes
You have forgotten the standing of the Jammar, and people
We are like a…
The shortest Hamid, no consolation for a lover – the poet Al-Buhtari
Shorter Hamid! no consolation for the infatuated,
Nor did he fail to shed tears, If it is blood
Do you still have a terrible year?
obscenely, at times, or twins
your good people gone, only the fewest of them,
and they perished, as their…
The insomnia of the eye is the apple of my eye – Al-Buhtari poet
The coolness of the eye is the coolness of my eye
the nights entered him, and me
If time is destined for us to meet,
He is my judge of time, indebted
something with a screen, after something,
as a close encounter, in between
bid her…
The house is built on its pillars – the poet Al-Buhtari
my house is built on its pillars,
And the limb continues in the extension of its reins
O Atheel Al-Hassan bin Wahb in the divine
from him, And the immersion of his benevolence
If you do what I see, it
disobey you, and took him
The wind…
Mulna or Naba Banna or Jaffana – the poet Al-Buhtari
bored, Umm Nabba, mother jeffana,
mother said, Did he take us apart from us?
discontented we seek his approval and he does not
not our wrath, nor about our satisfaction
We care that we do not see this deception
time does not care, not see…
O Ibn Hamid, live for us safely – Al-Buhturi poet
O son of Humaid, live for us in peace.
What is the difference between Nowruz and the festival?
and resumed life anew, Lost
time has passed, a time has come
or see the earth, and her garments
Anemone coronaria, and chrysanthemums
And these…
Did you not feel the journey of the legs – the poet Al-Buhtari
did you not feel the journey of the ribs,
So their affairs will be good for me
What about badger bribery, if it
Roy Al-Mutlalad Al-Harran
a dwelling that stifles me, scavenger
seeks me, and good luck
And perhaps temptations do not control…