If your heart softens for me from what it finds – Poet Al-Buhturi
If your heart softens for me what I meet
from excessive torment, excessive longing
you found a slanderer,
so provide me with you before I set out
If you bid farewell with a kiss,
It was a thankful hand for separation
beware of the clear for the sake of the nuclei,
gradually, And I love it for hugs
God has appointed Jafar
prudence of debt, hypocrisy suppressed
obedient to him, disobeying him
of the greatest disbelief, And the highest discord
who does not seek advice from his heart,
He has no morals in his religion
So deliver us our pride,
and stay, The good you live will remain
if damascus has become a paradise,
green grass, Al-Buraq
Its loose air is the dew,
And its liquid water is sweet in taste
And eternity is free between its fiancées
And living in it has thin edges
looking forward to you
from you to the near, and about to meet
And how can you not affect them with passion,
Its summer is like the Iraqi winter