Rarely do you not get addicted – Poet Al-Buhtari
Seldom do you get addicted to me,
You mean me with a memory of grief
Finding an end from my chest;
appealing in the language of an eye of age
And the Ghawani take turns in us
the destruction was brought upon us, even if they
whenever lightning flashes, or secret
breeze wind, or bend sympathetically art
Boyhood cost me life
floated in the bazaar, longitudinal
You moved me in a passion after a passion,
And she wanted me to dwell in after dwelt
love for Sulaima, did not increase
there is relief, And he did not lack
fixed, under the tampon, brotherhood
from which the foal does not take the rabbit out
I hope to cover a love that is still
the appearance of it, even publicly
who overwhelmed the people, film
know what it is, something that didn’t happen
and I was swore allegiance with gray hairs, what’s up
I was given a good breath
And from the bonds he lost his destiny,
incapable of value for every price
The village of Hassan was raised up for us,
And they made her look good
so we were, when we prayed to
pilgrim dome, idolatrous worshipers
the bottom of Kufa, and see
Najaf Al-Hira made it a homeland
Al-Tayi’s suit is the first of the suit,
in the place of eternity, for the built host
where luck does not slow down, Nor
he fears the passing of time
possessor of the king of Iraq, to me
what happened to the sun, the swords of Eden
You think of him at a distance, then no
prestige owns the sayings of Yemen
to abstain from his obedience,
slanderer, slanderer, or adulterer
He asks the people about their patrons,
At the gates of a meadow
nerve, If they are veiled, they are not indignant,
And the earth would overflow with goodness if I were to
His morals stated nothing,
Sadness bestows in it what it has stored up
untouched by the adjective of rain, Nor
the wisher’s wish, If it was said: wish
If you had waited to receive one like him,
You were like watching a time that never came
among mankind, did not slap him,
As the leader of religion performed what was guaranteed
The enemies did not stop until you moved
fortress of horses
The more red she valiantly,
and they were trampled by donkeys
dwelt from the riots of Baghdad, have led
was the army of the nomads, inhabited
and on pumice circuits, burn
The deafness left behind what was thought
Shahrat, behind him, aphorisms
from swords from which the madness does not protect
left the countryside, And he should seek
In Abanin, Iyadh, inhabited
the artifact counts the flowers of horses, And from
the serpent sighs, the stinger terrifies him
And if he resumed to maturity, my doctor
manan sympathy, if succumbed to
two oaths that benefit riches,
And the white hands are for the right hands
Where did the people bring it down about
Save it by saying, ear mouthpiece
be outraged
synonym, When does it start to bend?
any day, after a day, No longer
well done, good dimension