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Do not count the sheep as the plural of the hills – Al-Buhturi poet
Do not count the sheep as the plural of hills
, the salvation is the spoils
And salvation is for the just
beg, How can he who is wronged?
Before you two houses are destroyed,
and ruined behind it to be demolished
And in that dusty…
And in the remains of the heart is fire – the poet Al-Buhtari
And in the remains of the heart there is fire
ignited in the heart of an intruder
He forbade me from al-Ghawani
the gray hairs were not taken from my
I have been zealous for prostitutes
saturate the saliva with madam
Fifty I did in the…
The record is not praised until the slander rules – Al-Buhturi poet
The record will not be praised until the slander is ruled
And the blessings are not returned without the hyphenation
And in the essences like problems
And do not suspect the lights and the darkness
we are in a helpful situation
Each one of…
Ya Khalili and Al-Ayur Amanah – the poet Al-Buhtari
O my friend, and the Eur is his safety
And the remaining clitoris is his religion
Circumcision did not leave Umm Musa
she did not find circumcision
We have seen him and he is the ruler of Kharaj.
And we made a covenant with him, and he was…
Atheel Al-Aqeeq to Baneh – Al-Buhturi Poet
Agate
So he blessed him, His signs
heart-thumping monster
With the eyes of Maha and his deer
boy after deprivation of gray hairs
to, And after the differences in its colors
and the loss of a thousand palpitations,
joy was spared, to lose…
That youth and everything is clear – the poet Al-Buhtari
Ban the youth, And everything is pure
and a person is dependent on what is
His days and months appeared to him
The one who is responsible for the accidents
the youth is gone, and the brand water subsides
Today, every rose is fresh
studied…
Oh, you are the worst of my students, O Abu Al-Hasan – the poet Al-Buhtari
Oh, you were bothered by my students, oh Abu Al-Hassan
I freed my back from the burden of manna
The Prince's door is a vacant lot that I can't comprehend
Except for a man with a palm on his chin
You are enough for eternity, I do not find a…
Rarely do you not get addicted – Poet Al-Buhtari
Seldom do you get addicted to me,
You mean me with a memory of grief
Finding an end from my chest;
appealing in the language of an eye of age
And the Ghawani take turns in us
the destruction was brought upon us, even if they
whenever…