Al-Buhturi

In your eyes the light of the paralyzed chrysanthemum, I notice the eyes of a fortune-teller, stooge He is stubborn from his passion, which has made the ferocious more kindled, And the passion was a burden on the loving one The phantom of…

Thou thinks my sorrows have not receded, Those who have departed have departed She pointed with darkened eyes of magic, she bid farewell, the cramped farewell hug, I walked up put my tears in her tears, blended in So has a creator arrived…

And let's get Neel There was no brother before that, Our brothers accept it and accept it Abu Ali is the brother of Abu Al-Faraj

What did he do for you to hurry when he crawled? And you haven't done what Daraya has yet done for Karaj If you were for the Shalmagan then You are stuck in the strait of stalemate Al-Lahj When Bakr Bakr tomorrow in Qasaleh Tomorrow, Banu…

I wish! I ran into him and what Who sings to me today? Aba Al-Fadl is on his bed They did not claim to be a good home

Long in these blackness my stay I complain about my love and hate The thought lab kills the watercress I leave Iraq and my inheritance God hangs over your testicles We will make you free from barber and malice Brotherhood may complain about…

does not left, in those drawings with strife, Either you asked, zigzag zigzag ruins and scattered scattered open cheering intoxicate, Like the methods of slander have become Their shining from the methodical robe They weaken our remembrance…

And they said: What pleases you? And you say don't look at the silence I said: My satisfaction in charity for him And they said: Not satisfied or dying