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It is easy for her to sleep in love – the poet Al-Buhtari
It makes it easy for her to stay orphaned,
I treat myself with a concealed conscience
has crossed the land of the ordinary and became
a fever that has reached it since it was surrounded by abraq fever
cried heartily, at farewell, and…
I started blaming and blaming when I blame him – Al-Buhtari poet
you blamed, and when you blame him,
not when you grow old, nor his reluctance
not irrigated by the water of youth, nor angel
golden celestials for his days
Welcome to our knowledgeable visitor, if it
He knows who is accustomed to his…
Jad Al-Dhafafi in his land – the poet Al-Buhtari
Jad Al-Thafafi in his land,
cumulus of clouds over his darkness
A brother of mine, you did not contact my kinship
with his father, nor his mother
deny, even because I hated him,
Except that I know his name
I have nothing but tenderness,…
Tell the south, if you go out, tell me – Poet Al-Buhturi
tell the south: If you go to bed, let me know
Like a breeze from the wind
deceived you, and you are a deceptive full moon
at night for his wrongdoing, cloudy
Time was generous, and I blamed you, and you would not see
How amazing is the…
Where do you smile from – the poet Al-Buhtari
at any point you smile,
And which party are you arguing with?
good thinks good,
And goodness is like vineyard
Redeem it from the iniquity of the slanderer
e, if wrong, if it is dark
as if, in my body, that
in his eyes from sickness…
Did he not bring her in the sunset Salami – the poet Al-Buhtari
Did he not come to her, at dusk, my salutations?
And did my grandfather know about her and my love?
And did you know that I lost, and that
cured of drowsiness, and sick
and shaken, shake the penis, if you get distracted
praise the sign,…
We demand human beings to water Madame – the poet Al-Buhtari
We ask people to water the madam
, and human beings are asking us for the price
Is it safe for you to sell it,
Or is your miserliness a way of ignition?
if we sold it, let's build it
About the understatement of selling it and the…
Commander of the Faithful, We Sakana – Poet al-Buhturi
Commander of the Faithful, we have dwelt
To your good days
You repaid the debt, then, after you had
I see two parties quarreling
you have cut off the oppressors in every land
And the darkness became unknown
And in a year you threw their…