He called my lesson to run on injustice and intent – the poet Al-Buhtari
He called my lesson to run on unfairness and intention,
I think a breeze has passed the desertion after me
devoid of my viewer, after his character,
How astonishing for eternity is lost on lost
My boyfriend! Is there a view that connects them?
to cheeks related to roses
The heart may almost criticize without it
If it vibrates near or far from the eye
Myself a lover who was quoted by his name
He became a stranger in hope and in happiness
What is the barrier to that name?
And if the enemies made an effort to abandon that covenant,
It is sad that we have not yet met
concord, So we bend our eyes to the block,
If it were possible to complain, the crying would have told you.
what i have, If all I have
hey, There is no beauty in Buthaina he received
likewise, Nor Amr bin Ajlan in India
I raped you mixed with myself, I do not see
They have a forbidding, forbidding, nor a ruler who transgresses
alas, If sorrow met the air,
And wait if the eagerness in the unjust will pay
Aba al-fadl! in ninety-nine ewes
I sing to you a deer, in our yard, An individual
I take it from me, And he took the air
taken from what I captured, and what is eternal
And my boys and girls step into it
My broadcast did not plan it, nor did my grandfather return it
and you said, and wings around it,
How did Ibn Al-Mufraghi purify Burd?