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Horizon that the injustice of eternity is not awake – Al-Buhturi poet
skyline, the injustice of eternity is unfathomable
And the broadcast companion is the worst companion.
he branched out with the resumptions of his arts
a way out of my way
I make myself a divided team, I neglect my passion
a team, and he…
Enjoy meeting when parting – Poet Al-Buhtari
Have fun meeting at parting
crying and hugging
How much did they confine their love?
, and how much you hide your longing
So the parting erupted, and they gathered in it
Parting, they came by agreement
How do I pray for the difference…
I cried from parting the day I’m gone – Poet Al-Buhturi
I cried from parting the morning and passed away
With us, camels to parting
so the tears of the eyes did not sleep until
My soul is healed by separation from meeting
Tomorrow you will be walking along
With a longing that does not live on…
No to the patience of your emigration, the knowledge of God – Poet Al-Buhturi
out of patience I deserted you, God knows
, but because of the severity of sympathy
Lord of a secret in which I shared my conscience
And the tongue whispered when they met
I slept with him from his longing and strife – the poet Al-Buhtari
house him, out of his longing and strife,
Talks of the soul about to be heard
And Baghdad did not hold us back from the resolve,
concealing what we desire, and its broadcaster
We made the Euphrates, towards the multitude of our people,…
O son of Mur, a repudiated saying – the poet Al-Buhtari
O son of bitterness, be deterred
And the guidance of righteousness is followed
We have gone from you to
a loving and expansive homeland
And we entrusted you to a group
They went with knowledge and piety
From Sharaheel bin Halhla
Hisham and…
Who are you if you get it, son of Estha – the poet Al-Buhtari
Who are you if you get it, son of Estha?
Who is Abu Dick in the patch?
You have saved your fortune from brothers
your mother, when you married her,
May God grant victory to Sayyid
He removed the two hundred slaps from you
I admire from the clouds, how do I refuse, so I will be cleared – Al-Buhtari poet
Admire the clouds, how I refuse, so it is cleared.
And the good of life, how did you become free and returned?
were it not for the deceased, the one who swears by it,
What was narrowed by the days, what expanded
bereavement, out of trouble…