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And an order from my causes to leave my sight – Poet Al-Buhtari
And I order you to leave my sight
On the authority of Caliph al-Rahman
The zodiac of Rahab and of July
And live in August and in Sha'ban
where the north unleashed its veil
And the autumn approached with its low diameter
What is the madam…
Anani from your stubbornness what annoy me – the poet Al-Buhtari
What hurt me from your impudence,
and your love came back to me, how they looked
And the distance reminded me of the shadow of a living
they had fun in it, the days of the near
I unjustly blame the beautiful desires,
and my heart, in the…
The time is not in my footsteps – the poet Al-Buhtari
time is not blameworthy, remember me
Throw his sermon on my forehead
Take the slander, and it will restore me to you riches
In some of the cruising, or wanting me
The sustenance is for the vigilant who is saturated with his opinion
with…
All manners of Ali – the poet al-Buhturi
All manners are upon me
we survive, slander him
he is a monkey when he appears
but I don't punch him
his two sayings, and his pilgrims
, and clenched it , and sniffed it
I see the three Arabs, the returns of their bounty – the poet Al-Buhtari
I see the three Arabs of their bounty
So comfortably in my need, and benevolent
So what did the Azd help me, hoping for her victory?
And my right did not return to Tamim
Tell me what I see about me, Yarim – the poet Al-Buhtari
I see the three Arabs of their bounty
So comfortably in my need, and benevolent
So what did the Azd help me, hoping for her victory?
And my right did not return to Tamim
Yarim sees it all about me
And the nucleus is a painful torment
O Abu…
The blame is from you and if you advise Gram – the poet Al-Buhtari
The blame is on you, even if you advise love
Because he had a chance of coercion
Boyhood love - there is no love but it is no
It remains for its duration - and you are obligated
young age, And he did not fall short
Myself , And the trunk…
Lamottin Bagmi – the poet Al-Buhtari
to die of fainting
In the whim of whom I do not name
I went myself, even if I
to people who are blind
high, O sweetness of my eyes,
and my soul, illusory
check out some of my gear
By my father and my mother