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My share of you is to blame the poor – the poet Al-Buhtari
My share of you is to blame the merciful
And desertion reached my harm
I saw prostitutes see sheep
Our response to the reluctance of the girls
If Lubna did something wrong
She referred blame to the slanderer
And what you promised is…
Tell Sarges, you son of the slutty bitch – the poet Al-Buhturi
Tell Sarges, son of the erotic whore
And whoever has desire in her womb will burn him.
And the son of the one who made the disease cleared
According to every stallion that violated it, he believed it.
Whoever is humiliated by being…
Who is safe from balawi and between us is a boy – the poet Al-Buhtari
Who is safe from affliction, and between us is a young man
From the family of Wahb between us when he lived
I asked about that, and it was said: I miss him
uncovered without a dish
If you squeeze an unjust neck,
put his head in it as it…
So what my friend has done wrongly – the poet Al-Buhtari
This is what my friend rabbinic did badly
And it was nothing that raised me with Mofeek.
I have been patient with some of it
lest I remain without a friend
For the people of Badran, their rise is not hidden – the poet Al-Buhtari
For people with full moon their rise is not hidden
The full moon of the sky, and the full moon of the earth Isaac
by which the gates of weal are opened
And for those who want it, there is an opening and a closure
both of your hands are…
The slanderer of her is that I am falsifying – the poet Al-Buhtari
the slanderer was deceived, that I break,
go down on them, and testimonial
And I'm still in love with her
stray
every one who looks forward to his jaw,
And the same uncle is free to untie
I found a heart to his lips,
love sickness, a body…
You made eternity ransom not for you – Poet Al-Buhturi
made your ransom, Eternity is not yours
of the suspected accident, and the complainant descendant
And these days are nothing but homes,
From a home of spaciousness and from a home of distress
You have been educated by the deputies, but
The…
Behind me, O Azoul Al-Ashaib – Poet Al-Buhtari
Behind me, O greyish souls
At a cost of humiliation after graying of the melts
Did you not know that there is no woman on earth?
It is based on the moderation of sects
I would like to take the place of the planets
Farther from me than…