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How sadly do idle tears fold – Al-Buhtari poet

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I was violent on the day of departure – the poet Al-Buhtari

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If you had not scolded me, I would have said the house – the poet Al-Buhtari

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There is no Dimna, but I have not faded, nor rusted – the poet Al-Buhtari

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That valley of arak, so lock up a little – the poet Al-Buhtari

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Those homes and the studies of their longevity – the poet Al-Buhtari

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The north wind came with a north wind – Al-Buhtari poet

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When we got the ten that remained – the poet Al-Buhtari