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My master has called me Khasfa – the poet Al-Buhtari
I have a lord who has poisoned me with earth,
out of favor, my mother clear
cover what changed his mind,
I want to hide, What is hidden?
caressed me, politely,
He promised him that he had done something circumstantial.
you were the most…
This is your book in which there is ignorance and violence – the poet Al-Buhturi
this is your book, in ignorance and violence,
has come, We understand everything you describe
Are you not afraid that the rhymes will make you miss you?
that standing, Go ahead and don't stop
And a poet whose anger half does not stop
if…
Is it the curve or the agate or the cliff – the poet Al-Buhtari
apalm of the curve, Umm Al-Aqiq Umm Al-Jarf
Anis Fyselina, on the authority of the gentleman
For the age of the female students fees have become
Priya Souad It is a good custom
we cried, from tears mixed with blood
There and from tears…
We live from a square and a summer residence – the poet Al-Buhtari
You live from a square and a summer,
They were Mahalla Zainab, and coincidences
As you are clothed with the spring flower and its grass,
well-written
I have promised you, And in our magnificence
ask the lover, the need of al-mashoof
From…
She passed her determination and did not stand – Al-Buhturi poet
she passed her determination, and you did not stand,
adverb
What is her face with a twist?
So ask, what is her kindness with a detour?
Aba Ali, honor me with what
the same dung came to him, and sperm
What is the ignorant of the sun,
And…
Turks hear the chanting of pigeons – Al-Buhtari poet
let you hear, for the chanting pigeons,
they groaned, be your extreme
God has a dream, the lightning day of sultan,
whisper it among the ferocious deer
Anas gathered and then dispersed
a reunion of thousands, unauthorized
And I stood upon…
Young people broke up, the brother of boyhood and their pet – the poet Al-Buhtari
The fracture of youth is the brother of youth, and its friend,
And gray hair is the mitigation of passion and its fear.
And I see you wondering from a sullen youth
Asian walked home and stood there
He distracted the listeners from blaming…
I asked Aba Laila what she carried – the poet Al-Buhtari
I asked Aba Layla about what she had become pregnant.
Zamel of the people from Abu Dulaf
It is not possible for the cursing of the iddat
It is a successor who is insulted on the back