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Who from God is glorified and benevolent – Poet al-Buhturi
Who is thankful from God, and kindness,
and grace, blasphemy and aggression
By the palace, not by the king of the palace, coming down,
He sacrificed himself for her with a cheerful face
Builds, and outlive the nations that he builds,
the…
I remained a Muslim for Muslims – the poet Al-Buhtari
you remained a Muslim to the Muslims,
And you lived as a successor to God in us
For you have forgotten us, in justice and with due diligence,
I fathered you, the adult
God wanted you to stay with us,
So it was decided that you should be…
Was boyhood nothing but a Muslim imagination – al-Buhturi
The boy was nothing but a Muslim imagination,
erected backwards, then you begrudgingly
I see the shortest days, Ahmed in youth
And the longest of it was that which was reprehensible in it.
I blamed myself for the disorder, I did not want…
Banu Makhlid, stop the flow of your goodness – the poet Al-Buhtari
Banu Mukhled, stop the flow of your generosity,
And do not deprive us of our share of honor
And do not help Majdi Kenan and Malik,
that you leave us with the reputation of Hatim
And we had the name Al-Jawd, I even made you
You deceive us…
The share of your eyes of peace and harmony – Poet Al-Buhturi
share in your eyes of insomnia
and protect your heart from strife and wandering
staunchly and slanderously
Shaggy and Rami's demented
Garita rhubarb Haw his orchards,
The two rams of Afar and Aram
from the emitters of a wind flowing its…
Hymn Al-Negil and what you left me – the poet Al-Buhtari
Hybrid Nebula, What did you think of me?
I fear the spelling of Abu Harmalah
I have been describing it too long,
and fixing the problematic ratio
Please paint it with serenity,
and cast his flock with prayer
I see him faithfully, and to…
By all of my people I do not avoid nor am I – the poet Al-Buhtari
I say all together, I do not shy away, nor be I,
Abu Jafar Bahr Al Ula and Hay Al Muzan
The Arab boy called in the dew of peace,
And its knight called in the war to stab
cloud if given, a fire if robbery,
has the dignity of the Indian, in…
Help the neighborhood of Abu Ishaq covet that – the poet Al-Buhtari
Help the side of Abu Ishaq
undress me, O Bahl bin Bahlana
a premise you have called me, if you let it
a day, that I gave her Lakhm and Ghasana
You used to slander me from your extreme diameter
The mastermind built supporters, and aides…