I swore to her by God on the day of separation – the poet Al-Buhtari

I swear to God, break up day,

And by the presence of my heart that is attached to it

And by covenant, what is a little merchandise?

I have, Nor is the old covenant created

I sent her a complaint that revealed the air,

and tears when he testifies to a broadcast that is believed

I fear it for me, if she builds,

And I fear for it the devious and pious

I, And if she bore me with her affection,

to rest her sleepless imagination

be glorified by the slanderers, if they knew it,

for the nights we have more, and meet

How many fruits of longing have I extinguished its heat?

Slightly, when does the darkness of the night knock?

I bind my eyelids attached to it

with it, when evacuating drowsiness

I find you! What did the ghouls do with covetousness?

Nor is the heart of slavery freed

I wished the whiteness of the sword the day they met me

The place of the whiteness of gray hair was at my side

The Ghawani repelled when Matti flashed,

And they fell short of my logic for an hour

If you wish not to be in love with eternity,

I am suffering from the pain of love, so be in love

And when I turned away from vinegar, I became depressed

for him, And when I leave the house I miss

I turned from the heights of Damascus, and don’t know

Lebanon has a hill like hanging clouds

To al-Hira al-Bayda, then al-Karkh after

I blamed my place between Bosra and Jalq

To my strongholds of my consolation and my abode of residence,

And he meant turning around in the air, and my longing

The palaces of a king turned with their faces,

View from across the Tigris to Munq

As if the surroundings were covered with cloth around it

Evans from the mouths of a fabricated rumor

If the wind shook their light, they faded

Smells of herniated musk

as white domes, And the sun is a shot

laughing at her, split halves of eggs

and from balconies in the sky, as if

flying pigeons’ nests

Rabaa from al-Fath ibn Khaqan

sing for nothing, or undocumented jaws

The fugitive who comes to it is not a Muslim.

Nor the student who is allowed to miss it

suffocating her, as if giving

stalking of the penetrating edema

generous flowing palms,

a bright face

His hands rolled over the people, suffice

It contains every neighborhood of Sham and Maariq

How much blood did you inject in conquering victory?

permissible, And I came close to a scattered scatter

How much did you regret in Homs,

Tomorrow death choked me

And the aronds have cut their offer to them,

legion after legion

With them they resumed the cold of life, and were supported

to the shade of a living, leafy

The Bani Kahlan thanked for the kindness that

He made it possible for you to see the Imam al-Muwafaq

He prevented you from encroaching on the Caliphate after

The lightning bolts lit up the shining star

The eggs of the swords were made famous and displayed

The slanderer came out of quantitative and blasphemous

there, if I had not left you, I would have conceived

On like the bosom of God Almighty

So do not disbelieve the conquest as a blessing of blessings,

You escaped with it from a narrow pilgrimage

Return to him your thanks, he will be prepared for you

because of a horse, God is flowing

He has a character in generosity that he cannot

men, They want to be creative

If they are ignorant of where you are dying,

He knew how to rise at its height and ascend

I look at my enemies from all sides,

And he approached them from every east and west.

With eggs, when they are pronounced against the people, they will be defeated.

And when you run to victory, you will precede

Banu al-Abbas appointed him sternly

grazer and determination like a blazing meteor

and an unseen chest that guides to them

Harran’s Winged Advice

So he turned them from his thrust and his defense.

cavitation

I saw you who asked for your place go away

reprehensible, And whoever seeks your quest will catch up

Your grace and blessings are clear to me,

All I have is the love of my chest and my heart