In every way, women are killed – the poet al-Buhtari
By all means, women are killed
There is no way to kill women
And in every home for lovers there is a need
And it is nothing but a lesson and a cry
And I weep for a rest
Is it too late to weep?
as if your eyes had no view of it
that house…
بكل سبيل للنساء قتيل – الشاعر البحتري
بِكُلِّ سَبيلٍ لِلنِّسَاءِ قَتِيلُ
ولَيْسَ إِلى قَتْلِ النِّسَاءِ سَبِيلُ
وَفي كُلِّ دَارٍ للمُحَبِّينَ حَاجَةٌ
وما هِيَ إِلاَّ عَبْرَةٌ وعوِيلُ
وَإِنَّ بُكَائي بالطُّلُولِ لَرَاحَةٌ
فَهَلْ مُسْعِدَاتي بالْبُكَاءِ طُلُولُ؟
كأَنْ…
أرجم في ليلى الظنون وإنما – الشاعر البحتري
أُرَجِّمُ في لَيْلَى الظُّنُونَ، وَإِنَّمَا
أُخَاتِلُ في وَجْدِي بِهَا مَنْ أُخَاتِلُهْ
وَقَدْ زَعَمتْ أَنِّي تَغَيَّرتُ بَعْدَهَا
وَلَمْ تَدْرِ مَا خَطْبُ الْهَوَى وَبَلاَبِلُهُ
لَقَدْ وَفَّقَ اللهُ المُوَفَّقَ لِلَّذِي
أَتَاهُ،…
Do you not see the mangled model Dania – the poet Al-Buhtari?
Do you not see the merciless casualty approaching him?
have smashed the ground, and dissolution of his isolation
The wind shoves him away and brings him down.
and thunder rescues him at some point
weeps and the face of the earth laughs at…
أما ترى العارض المنهل دانيه – الشاعر البحتري
أَما تَرَى العَارِضَ الْمُنهَلَّ دَانِيهِ
قَدْ طَبَّقَ الأَرْضَ ، وانحَلَّتْ عَزَالِيهِ
فالرِّيحُ تُزْحِيهِ تَارَاتٍ وتَحْدُرُهُ
والرَّعْدُ يُنْجِيهِ طَوْراً أَو يُنَاجِيهِ
يَبْكِي فَيَضْحَكُ وَجْهُ الأَرْضِ عن زَهَرٍ
كالْوَشْيِ بَلْ…
Your singing bequeaths you to humiliation – Al-Buhtari poet
Your singing begot you fornication
cursed and expelled from the courtyards
and losing you is better than redeeming
and insulting you takes precedence over the diatribe
And your father's day of striptease
And the day you passed away to…
غناؤك يورثك التزنيه – الشاعر البحتري
غِنَاؤُكَ يُورِثُكَ التَّزْنِيَهْ
وشَتْماً وطَرْداً مِنَ الأَفْنِيَهْ
وفَقْدُكَ أَجْدَرُ مِنْ أَنْ تُبَرَّ
وشَتْمُكَ أَوْلَى مِنَ التَّكْنِيَةْ
ويَوْمُ وِلادِكَ للتَّعْرِيَاتِ
ويَوْمُ وَفََاتِكَ للتَّهِنَيَهْ
إِذَا المَرءُ فِيكَ…
O son of the one who is born free – the poet Al-Buhtari
O son of one who celebrates birthdays freely
From Banu Jafar to Ibn Abi
I am near you a friend
he was pressed by the meteor showers
He has a saying when you sing
A non-faqih has returned to us
ostentatiousness Where is my likeness in Fiqh?…