You spend your boyhood without blaming the departed – the poet Al-Buhtari

spent boyhood, only blame the departed,
And the gray-haired is richer than the reproachful ones
and the swarms of eternity refuse, dark characters,
The whites should have a good time from me
they are trying to keep me waiting, and let me know
on a job, of what they try, Occupant
Throwing shots of the right ones, like me
When I complain about it, I throw Janadal
I count the deputies as a whole,
sins were saved, anatomical intussusception
About countries in the two clans that succeeded each other,
As for the transfer of halat, the transfer of circulation
Had it not been for my interest in the occult and its reflection,
when I was terrified of the heights of the lower
Or say to the Shah, And the Shah is unaware
Reporter on the Malak of Gharash and Kabul
Prolong the estrangement of the world and belittle its stature,
So what is a wise man who is deceived by a wise one?
It brings immortality to those who have strayed,
And without those who hope for the devastation of the lands
And not wishes in survival, if you pass
have a habit, Except for false hadiths
If the people are not allowed, what is his
From God Protector, He is the beginning of the fighter
And what is the elusive, the most beautiful of them all,
By more than the numbers of those in the ropes
We are guided by the intention of the Mennonites, and i
let’s sometimes slow down the stages
as soon as possible from the world
for later, similar to urgent
end of life, if you tested it
meditate on her parables in the early days
What is your last year? if you overdo it
his wonders, Except for the general brother of Qabal
We neglected the days more obliviously,
And the feared did not betray her unconsciously
courtyards infiltrated, and excavated
Dawa’i Al-Munun on the authority of a horse and a slanderer
and what a calamity has caused us, We missed us
Abba Al-Fadl, the son of the most esteemed
We kindled for him the fire of the air, and dragged us
On it sheds of careless tears
We did not give him the right to love, and we weren’t
Let’s reach the obligatory sorrow with the supererogatory
And I have guided a journey to glory,
and a swarm captain, to be engaged to a fighter
hope for much good, if it sprouts
Characters of the few good owners
When did they become suspicious?
shackles of rags, strange merits
If a stinger comes out of him on the infection,
She saw that the birds were scattered by hunting agadil
A spear extending its length suffices.
pigeon tip, from my age and a worker
chieftain of the sons of Michal, where they integrated,
The beginning of the deficiency was the hyperintegration
brother brother, What was Mahmoud’s quest?
a statement about the good, nor with my clients
educator sons, The sword is completely overwhelmed
unfold it, And the sword is wafi al-Hamail
The shields narrow the dependencies of them,
for all the love of the seller, fingertips
Aarer people, inhabits the hole, it’s a mess
on his land, The hole is the size of the earthquakes
How long is a stimulant among them?
with its arrows, or a protracted supervisor
If they are asked, their palms will come,
gulps gulping liquids
they say, who pleases me, And do not be content with saying
If the people are not the first doer
are created, Please let their palms soften
Your nakedness is the glorious events of time
And the fortune of the willing is still pending
to a moon of them, lofty
Abu Ghanem! do not leave the sheep of hope,
contemplate success, or breadwinner
I called you necessities yesterday, applied
ghararine
If the fates were fair, they would be my demands
to you, And the others were my means