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Deprived of success is a clear deprivation – Poet Al-Buhtari
success has been clearly deprived
And he defended my oppressor for a while
and became subject to my right
Your judges are the least in esteem and debt
He will be pleased with the girls if he sees him
prudent was seeking sons
I see two…
Neither new nor brilliant youth – Poet Al-Buhtari
no boyhood, nor raann it
come back after he spent his time
indicates the vacuolar vacuole, grieve
full of air
Kill the secret of this passion, if you spare me
get up on him, Or expose his announcement?
I'm afraid of getting high, blasphemy…
I trusted with happiness, but it did not work – Al-Buhturi poet
I trusted happily, So what did you succeed?
Amanah Saad, nor betray him
and its color has outperformed,
both went away, and slandered him
And how did I sleep until his absence,
And the color of my hand has the same color
I pass by Aleppo with the orchards – the poet Al-Buhtari
I pass by the orchards of Aleppo,
easy view, and live the afghans
And say to Dahman, if you face him,
You say to the morally disturbed we are afflicted
you caught the stinger, and
You have given only the few and the low
I had no hope in…
For your age, I don’t understand understanding – the poet Al-Buhtari
For your age I don't understand
Sahih in loyalty and in steadfastness
When the honorable were called to endeavors
The son of Abraham slackened
And Ibn Tuma sits in an evil house.
Of the Nabataeans, unable to stand
That basmine was smoked…
Screw your flesh, welder – the poet Al-Buhtari
Damn your flesh, welder,
And for your bread, the sweetness that is smelt
You left us early and your head turned gray.
And take care of our needs while you are a boy
in any case you gained a slander
There is no praiseworthy wealth, no…
What is the atmosphere that you are disappointed and if you distance yourself from it – the…
what did you hide, And if we see him,
leaving us, or longing for his blood
returns to the boy with the bruise of his sulcus,
If he returns to pouring in a worm, he will regurgitate him
If you find a house, cling to it.
By the thousands,…
O Abu Al-Saqr, Your Guaranteed Promise – Poet Al-Buhturi
O father of the hawk, thy promised promise,
and appointments, in the vineyard, Debt
palms are raised towards you and stretched out
, to wait for the eyes to reach you
hopes dazzled you, where you end
worldly blessings, and the honor of…