Poet
And if you see the merits of my son rising – the poet Al-Buhtari
And if you see the merits of my son rising I led you to the merits of my son Makhlad Like...
May God run good and reward with his palm – Poet Al-Buhturi
God has done good and the reward is in His hand Banu Al-Samt took the grace and glory They forced me...
Asba Al-Aseel that Barqa is a vocalist – the poet Al-Buhtari
Osba Al-Aseel, Burqa is a vocalist, Complain about your difference with the eternal bubbling don't bother with her licks, the passion laying...
And if a person passes from his years – the poet Al-Buhtari
And if a person has passed from his years, Fifty while he was young, he did not deviate Disgraces bent upon...
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
We have an unjust owner, Yaza – the poet Al-Buhtari
We have an unjust owner He does not defile us with a dirty seat It cost us a daughter If he ever...
Goodness to you, how much is my spontaneity and what is my effort – Al-Buhturi poet
Goodness to you, how much is my pardon? And what is my effort, The family of Hamid is with the...
Take me back from me Haba Khalif – Poet Al-Buhtari
I have returned from me the love of successors, I took over the praise for them alone And only what I...
An interesting heart meant by broadcast and pomp – the poet Al-Buhtari
A passionate heart afflicted by slander and bruising, and an eye that sheds the tears that it finds proper approach, And...
The spectrum of pain came alive when he saw it – the poet Al-Buhtari
pain spectrum, and alive at his sight, He would have cured the meaning from his hesitation passing through the sand, Yuri...
