The heart has returned its broadcast and its imagination – the poet Al-Buhtari

The heart returned to its broadcasts and imaginations,
for a mixture that swelled at night, his beauty
And the sick person is afraid of him, and he is not quenched
jay, from sickness and weariness, ll
the quarter asks has his lord turned away,
she fell apart, from Aniseh, ruins
of thin stature, gather in it
twig adjective, softness and moderation
I have raised the heart to supply my cheeks
huh, fading away, and his illness
A visitor in a dream deserts awake
n, And come close with the dream and its salutation
As for the arak in a bitter womb,
suffices with its shadows
the clouds of clouds, yells at her,
weighted, The trumpet of the clouds and its stray
And the pilgrims became angry when they died
His Ramadan has passed, and his family is failing
What did you use the love on the longing except
It has become a figment of the lover’s imagination
O Abu Bakr, the terrified one,
and the hope, all please, nawal
what he sought in the king’s shortcoming, Except
bewildered
Strikings broadcast to the east
the east subdued its plains and mountains
The honors are made up of a raging square,
holder, mention them, its likes
man of eternity, and possibly
For the one that men can’t stand it
Around a heart from which eternity makes you happy
raise him up in Galilee, and his independence
meditate, What are the merits only
Opportunities for glory interrupted and slandered him
Where its reefs made the payment of generosity
and fulfilled his hopes,
stripping the envious competitor zero,
What is impossible for him to attain?
firm, unrepentant, right,
heir in matters, urgency
his glad tidings and his narrators, and for sage
In Jamalan: his jewelry and his polish
Yesterday we sprayed him and he bent the day
He gave us feathers he collected his money
He was known to have said,
stand up saying, from near, active