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And laughing at my expressions and my weeping – the poet Al-Buhtari
And laughing at my tears and my crying
My medicine is in love and my medicine is enough
He saw me and my eyes were filled with tears
Abandonment has betrayed my condolences
I stretched out my comfort to him in supplication
I sing to him…
Myself protect you and my parents are both – Al-Buhtari poet
myself protect you, And my parents are both
and all who are born, from the worst
The weight of the abscess on a painful debt
And you have what my medicine complains about
You are the doctor for my wound, And who
With his medicine, I will…
And a scientist, and I was ignorant of my medicine – the poet Al-Buhtari
She is a scientist and she is ignorant of my medicine
without ignorance, I have learned primitive
Loved one dies every day
Missing appointments and meeting
her grin and smile, leaf
Representing aging paint
And the tip of a magician…
O dead of the black beard – the poet Al-Buhtari
Oh black beard slayer
The lesion of the larva in the exit of the bark
May God reward your lovers, he lost
T, I was stripped of the garments of al-Baha
Watch your death statement Beth
One of the poets said:
Not one who dies, so rest in…
Tell the President Abi Muhammad Al-Rida – the poet Al-Buhtari
Tell President Abi Muhammad Al-Rida
The saying of a man is an idiot, Hassan Bella
From around your glorious blessing, masters of the
Scholars, virtues and princes
If they describe you while they are standing, you will look like
People like…
O long-suffering student – the poet Al-Buhtari
O long-suffering student,
begging for someone who misses you
Without realizing Ahmed bin Sulayma
high, men despair of his rise
what we meant kindly, Except
weed his land, and hit his sky
good sense and narration, how much
On Soddad…
The gaze of the antelope struck his heart – Al-Buhtari poet
The gaze of the antelope struck his heart
And I convey my condolences to him
And the houses jumped from Sliema
It was for affection and serenity
And his longing in her dimples
Fahij his longing for the length of the pilgrimage
He entered…
Oh lightning, I am too high – Poet Al-Buhturi
O lightning that is too high for you,
or pour out your generosity and humility
or expose the darkness with
The shining light of your glamor
What are you like Hassan bin Makh?
born in your closeness and estrangement
I found his praise
In…