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Inform Abu Hassan of the verse of Judeh – the poet Al-Buhtari
Inform Abu Hassan of the sign of his goodness
I have, and his unfamiliar grace
I blew him through, did not rest,
at its smallest, cloudiness
what do you say, And it still didn't matter
grace you say beautiful, and do
At a young woman who…
O Saleh bin Al-Fadl, you are my informant – the poet Al-Buhtari
O Salih ibn al-Fadl, you are my informant.
On the authority of the kinsmen and the brethren
And remind me of your noble character, which
I used to know him from the boys
And the same is true of those of Kosra Abarwez for him.
uncle to…
Ali bin Ishaq pardoned his death – the poet Al-Buhtari
Ali bin Ishaq pardoned his murder,
On the oddities of wandering, be for the good
miss him popping it, in a word, descending
Nothing left but submission to time
Father Ali! You have to miss if the . is mentioned
Perception from those…
Double my anguish and my sorrows – Al-Buhtari poet
doubled my grief and my sorrows,
He deserted me and my brothers
He who angered me would throw
in justice to satisfy me
and for the nights in their expenses
two judgments, while we raised two
And in the sermons of eternity, if you are…
Exposed to abandonment and a coward – the poet Al-Buhtari
prone to abandonment while he is a coward
And his enemy's weapon is the desertion
longing to make me angry
Then if you are angry, you will bring him
he loves his conscience, his heart
the passion returned, And his tongue has colors
My soul and your soul are enclosed in a body – the poet Al-Buhtari
My soul and yours are contained in a body,
O he who saw a body that contained two souls
O one who turns sugar from one side
Harut, Do not give me wine with two glasses
and spur his eyes to kill me
I fear for you the eye of mine
We lived the happiest life – the poet Al-Buhtari
we lived happily ever after
syllables like twigs
I was still amazed
in two-eleven's affinity
He even threw an arrow at me
Mennonites
Is it not bad luck with my sister?
I hit myself in the eye
erase the light of sight and minds – the poet al-Buhturi
The light of the beholder and the mind
I left you, And the turn to the bean
And from the solemnity of the speeches, a deafening obituary
I gave you a great speech
is the great news, how much land
I spill blood on Aseel's cheek
On the day…