عشنا بأنعم عيش – الشاعر البحتري
عِشْنَا بأَنْعَمِ عَيْشٍ
إِلْقَيْنِ كالْغُصْنَيْنِ
فَلَمْ يَزَلْ عُجْبُ عَيْنِي
بأْلْفَةِ الإِلْفَيْنِ
حَتَّى رَمَانِي بِسَهْمِ الْــ
ــمَنُونِ عَنْ قَوْسَيْنِ
أَلَيْسَ مِنْ شُؤْمِ بَخْتِي
أَصَبْتُ نَفْسِي بعَيْني
erase the light of sight and minds – the poet al-Buhturi
The light of the beholder and the mind
I left you, And the turn to the bean
And from the solemnity of the speeches, a deafening obituary
I gave you a great speech
is the great news, how much land
I spill blood on Aseel's cheek
On the day…
محا نور النواظر والعقول – الشاعر البحتري
مَحَا نُورَ النَّواظِرِ والعُقولِ
أُفُولُكَ ، والبُدورُ إِلى أُفُولِ
ومنْ جَلَلِ الخُطوبِ نِعِيُّ ناعٍ
أَتَانَا عَنْكَ بالخَطْبِ الجَليلِ
هُوَ النَّبأُ العَظِيمُ ، وَكَمْ بأَرْضٍ
أُسِيلَ دَمٌ على خَدٍّ أَسِيلِ
أَيَوْمَ مُحمَّدٍ لم…
Your family and the night, man – the poet Al-Buhtari
Perish by night, O man,
This hope is long overdue
count on patience, take a reason
to the nights, for they are countries
how far the bounties are from a man
At the question of men, does he trust?
And what does the boy want with his…
أهلك والليل أيها الرجل – الشاعر البحتري
أَهْلك واللَّيلَ أَيَّها الرَّجُلُ ،
قَدْ طَالَ هذا الرَّجاءُ والأَمَلُ
عَوِّلْ عَلَى الصَّبْرِ ، واتَّخِذُ سَبَباً
إِلى اللَّيَالِي فإِنَّها دُوَلُ
مَا أَبْعَدَ المَكرُمَاتِ عَنْ رَجُلٍ
عَلَ سُؤَالِ الرِّجالِ يتَّكِلُ
ومَا يُريدُ…
And near the shrine is far from Nawal – the poet Al-Buhtari
And near the shrine, Nai Al Nawal
It is impossible to link it in any case
I said to those who are in it, wake up.
I did not wake up to the blame of the torment
I am a slave to whom I am, But
What is fraud / bad opinion of the ruler…
وقريب المزار نائي النوال – الشاعر البحتري
وقَريبِ المزَارِ نَائِي النَّوَالِ
مَانِعٍ وَصْلَهُ عَلَى كُلِّ حَالِ
قُلْتُ لِلْعَاذِلِينَ فِيهِ أَفِيقُوا
لَسْتُ أَصْحُوا لِلَوْمَةِ العُذَّالِ
أَنَا عَبْدٌ لِمَنْ هَوِيتُ ، ولكِنْ
مَا احْتِيالي /ِنْ سُوءِ رأَي الْوَألي
أَصُدُودٌ…
Hear my praise in Kaab and what I have arrived – Poet Al-Buhtari
Hear my praise in Ka'ab when I prayed
heel, Then praise has no price
a right of poetry at its duty,
So Solomon did not judge him. nor the good
I could not repay you with it, and punched
Egypt and beyond, the bond, Yemen
For caliphate I…