Poet
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...
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...
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...
I was damn in Al-Abraqin Khawal – the poet Al-Buhtari
I'm Damn in Abraqin Kwal return my greetings or answer my question So as long as you ride in it, you...
I find you if the imagination dies – the poet Al-Buhtari
I find you that the imagination died for my remembrance of the hours of consolation I'm bothered by this censors slept The...
Shaqni in Iraq is a lightning bolt – the poet Al-Buhtari
staunch lightning in Iraq, An intruder longing called me to Syria And I see my concern is costing me a mother for...
Do you think time brings me back my days – Poet Al-Buhturi
Do you think time brings me back my days? among the white palaces, and the perch Since it is not surreptitiously...
He watered the house of Laila where her drawings were – the poet Al-Buhtari
watered Laila's house, where their charges settled, A sacrament of the name and the flood of its clouds How many nights...
He was not really generous nor skilled – the poet Al-Buhtari
did not really have the cream, nor the skillful As well as , Fadl bin Abdul Karim if he travels in...
O grave of Yahya, do not leave a greeting – Poet al-Buhturi
O grave of Yahya! don't say hello From everyone smiling and singing What is the point of the opinion of someone...
