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The most distant missionary and Abu Obeid – the poet al-Buhtari
farther evangelist, and Abu Ubaid,
And the most honorable and the most honorable
And after Abi Abi Al-Ataf I hope
the fulfillment of eternity, or the era of the nights
The old men of Bani Ubaid have embraced me
to a quarter, of the worthy,…
Ali Bani al-Fayyad on the day of his birthday – the poet al-Buhtari
Ali Bani al-Fayyad on the day of his birth
brother of the rain in his abundance and celebration
So, we praised Him, but
shows the singing of the sword when it is drawn
And the dangers of some people were reduced by it.
Some of them said…
Good luck if you get the most – Al-Buhtari poet
good night, If you get it, dear,
Your choice in authentic matters
don't underestimate, If you make sense,
The evil of numbers is with me a few
And if the right thing is wrong,
nick, So see what Ishmael sees
seeking a purpose out of…
Your mourning was the obituary and you did not die – Al-Buhturi poet
we mourn them was an obituary, did not die,
And if the whole circumstance died after you
And they did not burden themselves for a period that was complete,
And from a lifetime only the least of it remains
that the amusement of the…
Your mourning was the obituary and you did not die – Al-Buhturi poet
we mourn them was an obituary, did not die,
And if the whole circumstance died after you
And they did not burden themselves for a period that was complete,
And from a lifetime only the least of it remains
that the amusement of the…
You and the celebration in me – the poet Al-Buhtari
Thou and the celebration in my affliction,
non-resident zygote, nor mile
indeed, If you can or can take
from the insane to the insane
The Ghawani sang in disappointment
my letters, and apologized to my messengers
For a prophecy about…
The divergence of Nasr Amal – the poet Al-Buhtari
Victory over Amel ran away,
watching victorious, and its acceptance
Perhaps a load betrayed me
my boy aloud, or kill him
And he was not afraid of murderers
forbidden, save his money
Nor by attacking the obscene
T, He passes over the sword…
Oh my friend, but you are not my friend – the poet Al-Buhtari
my friend, You are not a friend of mine,
Find out about everything you promised me to leave
We have left you Madame and Nil Al-Saab
who you love and humiliate
And I gave the two lobes to God afterwards
The stubbornness of the caller and…