I blame the lover more and less – the poet Al-Buhtari

You blame the lover more, so less,
And you commanded beautiful patience, be more beautiful
It was not enough for him to turn away from loved ones,
until you praised him for blaming the humiliated
divided the sababah into two groups, he missed him
for the lazy, and his tears to the house
split viscera, sings four
Divided by boy and boy
She landed on those wages and usury
humiliated, cloudy clouds
And the spring went to her slandering her rumors,
two hits, between baptized and cheered
And the Lord is good and clear, we visited it,
and a sweet kisser, and a kohl side
From all the inclines of the eyelids to the globe,
about the length of the watchful night, fidget
If I wished to increase the sweepers from the air,
You have reached a lover’s family that has not yet arrived
Welcome to Prince Muhammad
In the eternal future, in the future
Welcome to the son of Saleh who
show mercy to the kings, please go ahead
with Hashemi, Al-Maktisi
by the grace of the prophet who was sent
The mail came, shaking gracefully.
crusty, like the cloudy cloud
A sea for the benevolent palm,
full moon for the contemplative beholder
If your palm did not find a hope,
suffice your cheerful face
or that your glory was not outdated,
The last one enriched you more than the first
you wished some to forgive, and where are they
If they sat you down from a defenseless fish,
I will forgive you for envy, so I am better than them
uninhibited, unfavorable jad
So you did for us what you did
graciously, And you did what was not made
and you breathed in the honors,
I came down from the heights, I raise my house
You realized what the elderly missed from Hajj
In the vigor of your future youth
If you order, What are you told to get up?
And if you are judged, what is said to you, be just
The Euphrates traveled comfortably to the Levant
patted on the accelerated tide of the Euphrates
And in the early morning you slept suddenly,
rose to the morning light
God gave us serenity, So I gave up
come back, And you entered Ayman’s entrance
the manna is in you, And in your safe coming,
To God, then, is the One who relies upon