And a scientist, and I was ignorant of my medicine – the poet Al-Buhtari

She is a scientist and she is ignorant of my medicine
without ignorance, I have learned primitive
Loved one dies every day
Missing appointments and meeting
her grin and smile, leaf
Representing aging paint
And the tip of a magician coquettish Kahil,
A face that does not deny the light
So say goodbye to the gloomy one, if not
She seemed to be confused in the good narration
As if she has a watchdog over my heart
From excruciating repulsion and estrangement
The passions are the ones who
Invite you to sing and sing
And a gentle magic swept me
The heat of my loins and the air of my stomach
And in the spectrum of imagination, the meaning is clear
Water the anger of the thirsty
but I love them the most,
And most of them are the types of affliction
excuses tell me, and does not know
That the blame is from the rumors of infidelity:
find you, How many times deceive you
And your ambitions put you in the open
And you are bright without determination,
And you are a stranger without a back
So I said, eternity is asking me for revenge
And the days of accidents with blood
And what is free in a country of standing?
If the writer rises with fatigue
Was the Lord wounded without myrtle,
Is planting prolonged without water?
Great four: hand, pines,
and dark night, And a distant departure
And if it wasn’t for Ahmed and Nada his hands
Labat Al -Nakhboun on the caramel
Abu Bakr, How sad I am wounded
How much is the highest in recovery?
A boy in his palm will never leave
Overflowing on men with women
Nadia’s boy is honored and proud
For the lords of pride and glory
He saw the possession of praise for gain,
It is according to one that he earns praise
It was not a false promise,
Not a word that says without loyalty
It is the friendly vinegar of every vinegar
It lasts on affection and brotherhood
It is the sea about which I spoke,
He is the rain from the sky
He has morals, morals of excellence
The verses of chivalry and generosity
Abu Bakr built tall building
From charity, not from building
Your stars are still shining
Despite the envy and hostility
You reach the maximum in every case
You can finish it
How beautiful I suffered before you
Ugly deed when insulting
coven, they have no creation but
To them, yes, it indicates prosperity
Their faces turn black if they don’t
I brought them down for praise or glory
Your redemption from them who does not know
He knows how to praise me from my spell
Live in peace and be happy
Long life in the prime of survival
And your years are still on you running
Blessedly is done without expiry
If my means and for when,
To you for the sake of the abusers
And you know my ancestor and my grandfather
Faqih of the earth in the crowd of water
And my uncles have lost an old enemy
Of the great people of the ascendant
Your goodness is all good but
Yes, the goodness is good to begin with