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I blame the lover more and less – the poet Al-Buhtari
You blame the lover more, so less,
And you commanded beautiful patience, be more beautiful
It was not enough for him to turn away from loved ones,
until you praised him for blaming the humiliated
divided the sababah into two groups, he…
Most of these speeches are forms – the poet Al-Buhtari
These sermons are more stubborn,
Iqbal is followed by Iqbal
And after the loved ones are near,
And after the souls complained, Ebel
If the incidents were to be returned, they would not have taken
got rich, and he went away
May that Beloved…
Layla Bdhi Al-Athal Anani Tatawlih – Poet Al-Buhtari
May the night of the tulsah stray from me,
I see him, kissing, A century I will bring down
I stayed in the dark for a palace
a visitor
For there is no way for a slanderer to die by it
with boyhood, And he is the stinging of his means
late…
The heart has returned its broadcast and its imagination – the poet Al-Buhtari
The heart returned to its broadcasts and imaginations,
for a mixture that swelled at night, his beauty
And the sick person is afraid of him, and he is not quenched
jay, from sickness and weariness, ll
the quarter asks has his lord turned…
She has God on my behalf as a guarantor and guarantor – Al-Buhtari poet
God has a guarantor and guarantor on my behalf.
is pursued, be obeyed
I sigh with grief, and sand with him
songs that have pardon and longing
And I was the lover of the wind from the west,
I have become the desire of the wind, and it is…
It is not your business with my virginity and my origin – the poet Al-Buhtari
Unlike you, my firstborn and original,
And straighten your way in peace is my way
Your eyelids would have been worthy to be my helper,
and you knew what it cost me, you were my excuse
whimsical neighbor, the day I underestimated my youth…
The best of your days in love and its acceptance – Al-Buhtari poet
Have the best of your days in love and its acceptance,
the day you will come to an immigrant
As I said: steadfast of mind,
The heart returned from its imagination
If the reproaches wear out, and what
live the guts, if you don't care…
Welcome to this next king – the poet Al-Buhtari
Welcome to this coming king,
you came the coming symptom
Submitted, So he wet the soil,
and the green of the deserted country
God has given you the order of highness,
and pride, Be proud, Abu Nahshal
Your other glory will enrich my son…