Good luck if you get the most – Al-Buhtari poet
good night, If you get it, dear,
Your choice in authentic matters
don't underestimate, If you make sense,
The evil of numbers is with me a few
And if the right thing is wrong,
nick, So see what Ishmael sees
seeking a purpose out of…
خير نيلك إن أنلت الجزيل – الشاعر البحتري
خَيرُ نَيلِكَ، إنْ أنَلتَ، الجِزيلُ،
اختيارِيكَ في الأُمُورِ الأصِيلُ
لا تُقَلّلْ، إذا هَمَمْتَ بجَدْوَى،
إنّ شَرّ الأعدادِ عِندي القَليلُ
وَإذا أشكَلَ الصّوَابُ عَلى ظَـ
ـنّكَ، فانظُرْ ماذا يَرَى إسماعيلُ
مُبتَغي غايَةٍ مِنَ…
Your mourning was the obituary and you did not die – Al-Buhturi poet
we mourn them was an obituary, did not die,
And if the whole circumstance died after you
And they did not burden themselves for a period that was complete,
And from a lifetime only the least of it remains
that the amusement of the…
Your mourning was the obituary and you did not die – Al-Buhturi poet
we mourn them was an obituary, did not die,
And if the whole circumstance died after you
And they did not burden themselves for a period that was complete,
And from a lifetime only the least of it remains
that the amusement of the…
نعوك بهم كان النعي ولم تمت – الشاعر البحتري
نَعَوْكَ بهِمْ كان النعِيُّ، ولمْ تمُتْ،
وَلَوْ مُتَّ ماتَ الظَّرْفُ بعدَكَ كلّهُ
وَما استثقَلوا منْ مُدّةٍ قَد تَكاملَتْ،
وَمِنْ عُمُرٍ لَمْ يَبْقَ إلاّ أقلّهُ
عَلى أنّ لَهْواً للصّدِيقِ يَسُرُّهُ،
ودَرْءاً على حَدّ العَدُوّ…
You and the celebration in me – the poet Al-Buhtari
Thou and the celebration in my affliction,
non-resident zygote, nor mile
indeed, If you can or can take
from the insane to the insane
The Ghawani sang in disappointment
my letters, and apologized to my messengers
For a prophecy about…
إنك والاحتفال في عذلي – الشاعر البحتري
إنّكَ والاحتِفالَ في عَذَلي،
غَيرُ مُقيمِ زَيْغي، وَلاَ مَيَلي
بلى، إنِ اسطَعتَ أوْ قدَرْتَ فخُذْ
مِنْ خابِلٍ سَلْوَةً لمُخْتَبَلِ
إنّ الغَوَانِي رَدَدْنَ خَائِبَةً
رَسَائِلِي، واعتَذَرْنَ مِنْ رُسُلي
لنَبْوَةٍ بي عَنِ الصّبَا…
The divergence of Nasr Amal – the poet Al-Buhtari
Victory over Amel ran away,
watching victorious, and its acceptance
Perhaps a load betrayed me
my boy aloud, or kill him
And he was not afraid of murderers
forbidden, save his money
Nor by attacking the obscene
T, He passes over the sword…