My Sahib is not free – the poet Al-Buhtari
My owner is not free
His tongue is from a surgeon
Able to tear off
As a joke
تصفح الوسم
Mine
It became my friend until the morning – Al-Buhtari poet
has become bitter to me, Until morning,
change the place of the mantle schedule
as if laughing about a pearl
Organizer, cold or vaccinate
you think it arrogance, Emma Rana
to quench his eyelids, he shouted
bits of redemption, I do not graze…
A brother of mine from the Persians passed away – the poet Al-Buhtari
A brother of mine from the Persians has judged
His hands exalted my wife and my pilgrim
Enough with his sweet sea, filtered,
And the canons of the hardest paths were mentioned
And as for al-Sidqi. as he desires,
hard to ascend, MR therapy
I…
If your heart softens for me from what it finds – Poet Al-Buhturi
If your heart softens for me what I meetfrom excessive torment, excessive longingyou found a slanderer,so provide me with you before I set outIf you bid farewell with a kiss,It was a thankful hand for separationbeware…