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The dogs were called by their names – the poet Al-Buhtari
We call dogs by their names
to us, and you did not mourn your father therein
So he insulted her as bait
And they humiliated them when they perished
O daughter of eternity, have you seen someone like me – the poet Al-Buhtari
O daughter of eternity, have you seen something like me?
When spurring semen and dispelling doubts
set out to mission with determination
And my clothes are the darkness of your shadows
and tear the pockets out of the night-wearing
How much…
I thank you for looking at you – the poet Al-Buhtari
I thank you for looking at you
Until I look at you
And I saw you think of your inclinations that
It is my temptation, so I am jealous of you
And if I could stop you from uttering jealousy
lest I see him kissing your lips
Love saved you,…
Tell the clouds if they are sharpened by the north – Poet al-Buhturi
tell the clouds, if sharpened by the north,
And he walked his enduring knees at night.
he went to Aleppo, the neighborhood of Mahalla
sociable for the loftiness of the house
badger, come nearer and farther into the air,
I am bestowed with…
My brother, when did you fight against yourself, then rally – Poet Al-Buhturi
My brother, when you separate yourself, mobilize
her, and when you talk to yourself, be honest.
I see the causes of various things, I don't see
Gathering is nothing but a cause for disunity
I see living as a shadow that the sun is about to…
Al Saada bears separation – the poet Al-Buhtari
The Saadi family endured separation
Tears have flowed in the watersheds
I was not happy with my soul until
They quarrel with each other through penetration
And when the mourners sang, she sang
The two-digit antelope about convergence
So my…
His theme is Sababa and Ishtiaq – the poet Al-Buhtari
wretchedness and longing
And cheer him up on the day of parting, parting
Some words helped him cry
I helped her in her flood of misfortunes
How often are the pockets slit between the two,
His delicate cheeks bleed,
shed tears of tears when…
I’m tired of standing on the road – Poet al-Buhturi
I'm tired of standing on the road
I demand the old of rights
And I regret what I heard of Talih.
He lights up with luminaries and lightnings