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He complains to you about your hawk, Al-Wasb Al-Wasb – the poet Al-Buhtari
He complains to you about your bad habits
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It is said: repent, His boy answered
He is stable and found not repentant
I only avoided you for the slanderers, and how much
Whoever is fond of being obligated to be avoided
And if you find…
I blamed the blame Mshafaf Mattab – the poet Al-Buhtari
I blamed a lamented pity,
Wasta was an advisor who did not lie
and shed her tears, and her tears
When do you describe melancholy?
And to grieve with the bottom of my heart a site
That on the hot coals of burning anger
Ghada is urgent, time…
Go to Ablaq – the poet Al-Buhtari
Go to Ablaq
And they became grayish
People scare you from the council
fertile to fertilized board
And truffle in the epics of Iraq
s, And travel in the suits of Morocco
And enjoy the goodness of food
M, And drink from a good bar
And hear if…
O favor of what is the resentment and anger – the poet Al-Buhturi
Oh the grace of what is the resentment and anger?
Umm, the rope of serenity is untied
Um, what a desertion wandering about with you
Do you always tell him and get close?
This is a sin I will not go back to him
What followed the wind of the…
God Almighty rewards every command – poet al-Buhturi
God Almighty rewards every command.
And if the people hate it, what we love
market land and property over them,
And he valued them as slaves and lords
And preferred to write Al Wahb,
And he gave among them a fart as a gift
I call on the…
Move the hands that you let go – Poet Al-Buhturi
Move your free hands
And scratch what you see from the wood
I see people take, he knows
ton, And they enjoy catching up
And you're like a donkey that hurts no
Complain about the surgeries of the Arab tongues
Arihyat Sabawa and Misheb – the poet Al-Buhtari
Comfortable and long-haired
One of the traits of an unbeliever is a strange thing
And the crying of the soul after three
Thirty in unemployment around
Walenda to leave when he calls
By the graying youth
If the night smiles in the morning,…
I do not see on the agate a drawing that answers – the poet Al-Buhtari
I do not see on the agate a drawing that answers
I inhabited the verse of boyhood and the south
standing asking home, and humiliated
In home question or reprimand
And for the beloved's age, if we approach
From it if you can soon
knocked…