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Your family and the night, man – the poet Al-Buhtari
Perish by night, O man,
This hope is long overdue
count on patience, take a reason
to the nights, for they are countries
how far the bounties are from a man
At the question of men, does he trust?
And what does the boy want with his…
And near the shrine is far from Nawal – the poet Al-Buhtari
And near the shrine, Nai Al Nawal
It is impossible to link it in any case
I said to those who are in it, wake up.
I did not wake up to the blame of the torment
I am a slave to whom I am, But
What is fraud / bad opinion of the ruler…
Hear my praise in Kaab and what I have arrived – Poet Al-Buhtari
Hear my praise in Ka'ab when I prayed
heel, Then praise has no price
a right of poetry at its duty,
So Solomon did not judge him. nor the good
I could not repay you with it, and punched
Egypt and beyond, the bond, Yemen
For caliphate I…
As for the enemies, they have shown you their souls – the poet Al-Buhtari
As for the aggressor, I have shown you their souls,
mean your bad thoughts brethren
avoiding myself to humiliate steered,
And it increases my anger, that I succumb to our indolence
and lighter than the righteous's shoulder
before coloring…
Peace, O Yemeni King – the poet Al-Buhtari
Peace be upon you, King of Yemen,
The distance has overcome the inferiority
eight have passed without meeting,
And there is no superiority in patience over eights
And I don't get old in a day
pass by. I do not see you and you do not see me…
Reform Abu Saleh, O Lord, for him – the poet Al-Buhturi
Correct Abu Salih, O Lord, he has
The end of the description of injustice and aggression
Betna with a stingray the cups are flowing for us
out of surplus in the hand of the sommelier, and full
Then we parted in anger and resentment.
How…
My soul is sacrificed for you, O angry man – Poet Al-Buhturi
My soul is sacrificed to you, O wrath!
This is how the brothers cohabit
The righteous have left you and their fortune
from you, the luck of abandonment
I was prevented justly, and you expanded with it
Donnie, Is that good or deprived?
Your…
Do not despise a righteous Abu Ubaidah – Poet al-Buhturi
Do not recompense Abu Ubaidah as righteous
About the length of our standing in Qinsrina
we slew, And the passport was not ours
you are tired of erecting secrets, to gbbina
I sighed at the distant journeys of our passengers,
So they were…