This spring is as if its lights – the poet Al-Buhtari
This spring is as if its lights
Children of Persia in Roman clothes
You see disagreement as a drinker of coffee.
Drunk to drink vampire daily
unfold the simplex sindus and vegetate
Reduce the water with an even pearl
هذا الربيع كأنما أنواره – الشاعر البحتري
هذا الرَّبِيعُ كأَنَّمَا أَنوَارُهُ
أَوْلادُ فَارسَ في ثِيَابِ الرُّوم
وتَرَى الخِلافَ كشَارِبٍ مِنْ قَهْوَةِ
ثَمِلٍ إِلى شُرْبِ المُدَامَة ِيُومي
بَسَطَ البَسِيطَةَ سُندُساَ وتَبَرْقَعَتْ
قُلَلُ المِيَاهِ بلُؤْلُؤٍ مَنظُومِ
And I have accumulated the virtues that I have gathered – the poet Al-Buhtari
And you have collected the surplus that you have collected.
Time is running out, and its remembrance is not old
From the truth of your word you will begin, and to your action
you finish, And to you all belong,
Like speech, its kinds are…
ولقد جمعت فضائلا ما استجمعت – الشاعر البحتري
ولَقدْ جَمَعْتَ فَضَائِلاً مَا اسْتُجْمِعَتْ
يَفنَى الزَّمَانُ وذِكرُهَا لم يَهْرَمِ
مِنْ صِدْقِ قَوْلِكَ تَبْتَدِي ، وإِلى فِعَالِكَ
تَنتَهي ، وإِليْكَ أَجْمَعُ تَنْتَمِي
مِثلُ الكَلاَمِ تَفَرَّقَتْ أَنَواعُهُ
فِرَقاً وتَجْمَعُهَا…
You are the spring in which people live – Al-Buhtari poet
You are the spring in which people live
All lives divided thanks to you
And what is the cloud if he turns away from a country?
He made his time for it reprehensible
If you are good, then goodness is something you have been known for.
And…
أنت الربيع الذي تحيا الأنام به – الشاعر البحتري
أَنْتَ الرَّبيعُ الَّذي تَحْيَا الأَنَامُ به
كُلٌّ يَعِيشُ بفَضلِ مِنكَ مَقسُومِ
وما السَّحَابُ إِذا ما انحَازَ عن بَلَدٍ
وجَازَ مِيقَاتَهُ فيهِ بمَذمُومِ َ
إِنْ جُدْتَ فالجُودُ أَمْرٌ قد عُرِفْتَ بهِ
وإِنْ تَجافَيْتَ لم تُنْسَبْ…
Aba Hassan, you are about to die – the poet Al-Buhtari
Good father! you are about to die,
The bereavement of wealth and the movement of nations
You claimed you were not destruction,
you are not a stumbler, you are not the slip
So explain to us those whose wickedness
Aba Jafar from Post Office…
Aba Hassan, you are about to die – the poet Al-Buhtari
Good father! you are about to die,
The bereavement of wealth and the movement of nations
You claimed you were not destruction,
you are not a stumbler, you are not the slip
So explain to us those whose wickedness
Aba Jafar from Post Office…