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Those homes and the studies of their longevity – the poet Al-Buhtari
that country, And the studies of its longevity
betrothed betrothed delicately, and her glory
left to the wind, between the south
And its north, its back and its acceptance
It is foolishness to reprimand by weeping,
And the love ended with…
The north wind came with a north wind – Al-Buhtari poet
the north wind blows the north wind
By magic, the inhabitant of al-Balbal blew up
wow what you came up with, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I revived with him what died of my limbs
Its reward is love in its name
from U.S , And love for Jameel is…
When we got the ten that remained – the poet Al-Buhtari
when we got the remaining ten
And the month passed away from us after Iqbal
And you made me forget what you said
The taste of fasting recently is the taste of Shawwal
I have seen this rab'a in the eye from a palace
And this one is taller…
Wasn’t there fluids in those tears – the poet Al-Buhtari
Wasn't there liquid tears in those tears?
A clear statement or an answer to a question?
antecedents of tears from the eyelids of fluids
if you poured swarm of stingers
Possible clues from sour conscience
Wiping tears from the eyes is the…
Her desires are that quarrels are her way – the poet Al-Buhtari
whims that the rust is on its way
residing in the humps
And if the slanderers make an effort to break her rope
and innovated in excessive reproach
And fond of desertion, its sympathy is fried,
and its convicts are excluded, and its arrival…
My body, not your skinny body – Al-Buhtari poet
My body, not yours, skinny
O good night, I am the sick
Your protection is my protection without a doubt
I wish I had an alternative without you
I protected myself for a delicious life
That Khalil took shelter
And there are arguments…
Your door is held in hope – the poet Al-Buhtari
As your door is pinned on hope,
Behind it is soluble like al-Muzan water
If I come to you in honour,
I came back carrying land, unacceptable
Today I earn myself a slanderous intention,
About my illness with falsehoods
If I wanted you to…
You spend your boyhood without blaming the departed – the poet Al-Buhtari
spent boyhood, only blame the departed,
And the gray-haired is richer than the reproachful ones
and the swarms of eternity refuse, dark characters,
The whites should have a good time from me
they are trying to keep me waiting, and let me…