Ayma Khalla Wasl Old – Poet Al-Buhtari
Whatever ancient and old kinship,
sauerkraut killed him
spurs of gray hairs and they were
slumber to the resident youth
And if the young man, say what
you want in the absence, slow to come
a place overshadowed by the clouds,
And Maram departed for that ray
and shy from the sleepless
Good night, good night
Leave him and stand in the drawings,
devoid of some of his muffled broadcast
And he prayed that you would not make him happy with tears,
It was calculated by the flow of his good tears
foolish of you, excessive meanness,
To blame in unrequited love
that rosy cheek, the slanderer
intoxication, the digested tampon
Ghada no imagination,
The weather demands the demands of the adversary
If the abusers had seen her,
Tomorrow is right what is wrong
I am a refugee to strife,
Contagious on the roads of worries
playing with fifi, and iodine
purify the so-called cumulus
trample after carrion, if elicited
snuffed out, And the cheek before ordained
all shaken slayers, canceled
The spirit of the jab left her behind, the unjust
delinquent as an arrow, carrying knees
slandered by salam, And the arrows
They do not have a limp, even if we move away from the flat.
other than Abraham
vented seeker, And he will not honor the rain
core, to be with Karim
They sang a covenant among the masters,
unrefined, nor reprehensible
Their sea water was not bright,
No, and we will not grow their land in a tent
in the venerable place of the hillock
you resigned, straight gold
For the last first dew that stood out
And the old hadith
It is a vine that grew from Bani Sa
I am in a good position and I live
for the most honest and the most honorable
shelf, if counted, and the core
And if you halve my father’s quarter,
he joined the mota of the harem
And when you smell his clouds, they don’t mix
turn his hoarse gray, the defeat
tyrannical with determination you made him,
on top of goal, partner of stars
and through, if you had increased to her
like her, What did you find in the clouds?
follow her, you have seen firsthand
its impact on the enemy, and the useless
the clear arrow purifies his hands,
When the ulna of the brute faints,
sulking in the stormy sigh, throw
desiring its deficiency with an insulting face
Misery affects the mother’s direct
rr, And next to him is a place of bliss
irritable, do not lick his stomach,
or lead the darkness of the oppressed
and dignified under serenity what is seen
On the other hand, the opponents’ noise
God has increased his talents in
you, And out of His great grace upon you,
what you did in the state, Except
I won from her thanks by great luck
She was not removed from her defects, the white dress
B, Its disease is healthy endoderm
This Basra called for help
about her, the divisor will see you
in which you stood the tormented place of money
E, summer, and the breeze
And you repelled the great from her, and no hand
So hate the great, not the great
camping in Bani Al-Muhallab and Al-Fattah
She robs Sowm al-Musayyim
you were in them, you were lucky
allotted to him, don tamim