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By God, I swear, if I had tongues – the poet Al-Buhtari
By God, I swear, if I owned tongues
Send your thanks from my horn to my feet
when I fulfilled the good that I was given
And I did not get up with the blessings that you bore
Aba Ali, you have surrounded me from us.
The collar of the pigeon…
This spring is as if its lights – the poet Al-Buhtari
This spring is as if its lights
Children of Persia in Roman clothes
You see disagreement as a drinker of coffee.
Drunk to drink vampire daily
unfold the simplex sindus and vegetate
Reduce the water with an even pearl
And I have accumulated the virtues that I have gathered – the poet Al-Buhtari
And you have collected the surplus that you have collected.
Time is running out, and its remembrance is not old
From the truth of your word you will begin, and to your action
you finish, And to you all belong,
Like speech, its kinds are…
You are the spring in which people live – Al-Buhtari poet
You are the spring in which people live
All lives divided thanks to you
And what is the cloud if he turns away from a country?
He made his time for it reprehensible
If you are good, then goodness is something you have been known for.
And…
Aba Hassan, you are about to die – the poet Al-Buhtari
Good father! you are about to die,
The bereavement of wealth and the movement of nations
You claimed you were not destruction,
you are not a stumbler, you are not the slip
So explain to us those whose wickedness
Aba Jafar from Post Office…
Aba Hassan, you are about to die – the poet Al-Buhtari
Good father! you are about to die,
The bereavement of wealth and the movement of nations
You claimed you were not destruction,
you are not a stumbler, you are not the slip
So explain to us those whose wickedness
Aba Jafar from Post Office…
I was damn in Al-Abraqin Khawal – the poet Al-Buhtari
I'm Damn in Abraqin Kwal
return my greetings or answer my question
So as long as you ride in it, you will find out.
guarantee of ur health and health
Khalili, what is the angst
What is the cost of the burden, and what is mine?
Boyhood…
I find you if the imagination dies – the poet Al-Buhtari
I find you that the imagination died
for my remembrance of the hours of consolation
I'm bothered by this censors slept
The step is the seductive girl
It has the best deer and its two frying pans,
you did not know the likeness of a deer…