For what problem do I blame – the poet Al-Buhtari
for whatever problem I blame,
I rise, I settle, mother most important, so I cherished
And if you had given me a secret, I would not have been
to the eagle, from its itan, I pretend
jihad was disappointed in it, he is a speaker,
and a farewell was given of them, and it is charred
And if you were to bring me to the Imam as an excuse,
The people knew which of those seeking will be judged
admonish my brothers, I don’t blame them
Combat, The blameworthy villain
I was begging, And hope is a means,
Ali bin Yahya, who is the greatest
etiquette problem behaving
mechanism, An advanced friendship between us
and shook him for glory, even as
linear praised him in it the Reformer
Good father! What was wrong with them?
for one, Only because you understand
And what are you, in the second, slandering from Al-Ula?
Nor am I with vinegar that criminalizes
except that perhaps Baba took his permission,
a loose face, maybe frown
I will relapse if I burden myself with wealth,
And I was a light person when I was destitute
I will bear myself for you a complimentary burden,
And honor her if the soul is honoured
and farther until the earth crosses between us,
And the meeting comes in the evening, while it is unseen
Peace be upon you. The connection was shortened, and it collapsed.
and bid farewell to your Muslim brother
So help me the nights, maybe
late chief advance
What prevented al-Fath ibn Khaqan from achieving it?
but fates give and forbid
a cloud that has sinned me, he is slandered,
And a sea admiring its abundance, and he is pissed off
And a full moon illuminated the land east and west,
And the position of my feet is dark black
Shall I complain of his call after he had made himself available,
and who rebukes the rain, only reprehensible