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Roydik that your business is not mine – Al-Buhtari poet
I see you! Your business is not mine,
and your palace! I do not obey those who forbid me
If you see a sand dune
Both sides attract Bane's penis
Navigational front bet lily
I suffer from what I suffer
excuse me for afflicting you who are…
Safe after he found the conquest in me and his love – the poet Al-Buhtari
After he found the conquest of me and fell in love with him,
my home is from Ja'far, and my place
I entrust the praise of the Armenian on who
He has hatred and resentment
And from a manner that a dog disdains to be seen
has a neighbor's…
Bani Hamid took over the honor of the first of you – the poet Al-Buhtari
Banu Humayd took over the glory of the first of you,
And the last of you has become to humiliation and humiliation
I refused you to receive the bounty of honour,
beards of goats, and the folds of the rats
Uday and Zaid be ashamed, in their…
We are still Nassam Khasfa – the poet Al-Buhtari
Show us we still breeze
abomination of the soul abomination of parents
when we are satisfied, The Antichrist
Does he evaluate what he sees with one eye?
And the wages of a good peacock plan,
judged by a crow between
O Abu Jaafar anywhere – the poet Al-Buhtari
O Abu Jafar! in any place
lost my mind, lost my tongue
and praise you for nothing, But
Delirium from a free poet
What do I blame the meanness of what happened?
to you, But I blame the mother
Tell Abu Al-Dardam that you have met him – the poet Al-Buhtari
Tell Abu Dardam, if you meet him
with white paper, or Harran
aeons, you never cease to mourn a cheek
studied, the approach of gratitude
And you see majesty for the little ones, but
God recommended it to the two Sheikhs
do you succeed, How…
I called you to God from lightning to Adham – Poet Al-Buhtari
I beseech you, God, by lightning upon Idham,
when you drank from the south of sorrow, the science
and you poured between them, until you get drunk
openly, from Wasmi, harmonious
homes, Don't answer the casting from mute,
And do not heed…
For what problem do I blame – the poet Al-Buhtari
for whatever problem I blame,
I rise, I settle, mother most important, so I cherished
And if you had given me a secret, I would not have been
to the eagle, from its itan, I pretend
jihad was disappointed in it, he is a speaker,
and a…