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I saw you, my brother, prolong my shaking – Al-Buhtari poet
I saw you, my brother, prolong my shaking
And move me with your ugly logic
I am not steadfast in them, so you spell
And there is no sire for their explicit steadfastness
Don't talk about what you're going to do
spelling, He is more valuable…
Laughing about the cold and the light of a vaccine – Al-Buhtari poet
Laughing about cold and light
And they taste like their satisfaction
And if they emerged from the den, they would travel from
You are both roses and apples
And if they break their eyelids, they look who
Patients, unearth their magic,…
I see God in you as a punishment, how much – the poet Al-Buhturi
I see God in you, how much
You showed us a scandalous act
Your love for Qina is the most painful
In love with your woman for the smell
If it's her joke tonight, look at
The era of Banan then yesterday
She has slashed her thighs and knees…
Don’t joke without joking – Poet Al-Buhtari
Joke in no time to joke
And take a time machine to shout
Not after farting, O Wahb in us
People's war is not the fall of the weapon
O brother of Al-Harith, I am the poet Al-Buhtari
O brother of Al-Harith, I am
out at the spirits
He will bring you peace
wind connectors
Hatred of the military from
I hate the evening of the son of the morning
The hearts of their sighs, the cheeks of the benefactor – the poet Al-Buhtari
Cheeks
A leg looked like morning and night drifted
Runs cups of a drug as if it's
From the light in the hands of the bartenders are lamps
For the rest is what their blood runs on
And for longing, what the wings included
We regret sincerity…
My wrongdoing has come to the graves my go – the poet Al-Buhtari
Darkness has come to the graves my go
And worn out before death in my clothes
On you, O dwelling of peace, I am
About a little, do what I want
I was drenched in death by passion
When do I see you have mercy on my youth
Glory be to the one…
Do you not like me as much as I do – the poet Al-Buhturi
Do you not like me as much as I like?
My love offends and does not blame
And I seek his satisfaction over his iniquity
I refuse and it becomes difficult
I blame your ransom, sinner
I made you cry and get tired
I bore you and your sins
And I…