ما لي لا يرحمني من أرحمه – الشاعر البحتري
مَا ليَ لا يَرْحَمُنِي مَنْ أَرحَمُهْ
يَظْلِمُ بالهِجْرانِ مَنْ لا يَظْلِمُهْ
يُخْطِىءُ سَهْمِي ، وتُصِبيبُ أَسْهُمُهْ
وَإِنَّما أَسْقَمَ قَلْبِي مُسْقِمُهْ
أَسْلَمَهُ لِلزَّعْفَرَانِ مُسْلِمُهْ
أَحْسَنُ مَنْ تَحْمِلُ نَعْلاً…
It’s time to get rid of the equipment for success – Al-Buhtari poet
it's time to dissociate the tools from success
, and to cut off honor
Leave the rain for an adult, for it is a field
Peaceful souls are tamed
What is perfect in words except for
really common, And for things to be perfect
حان أن تنصل العدات عن النجح – الشاعر البحتري
حَانَ أَن تَنْصُلَ العِدَاتُ عن النُّجْحِ
، وأَن يَقطَعَ الحَيَا الإِكْرَامُ
فَدَعِ المَطْلَ راشِداً فهو مَيْدَانٌ
تَرُوضُ فيهِ النُّفُوسُ اللِّئامُ
ما تَمَامُ الإِنْعَام قَوْلاً سِوَى الإِنـ
ـعامِ فِعْلاً ، ولِلأُمُورِ تَمَامُ
By God, I swear, if I had tongues – the poet Al-Buhtari
By God, I swear, if I owned tongues
Send your thanks from my horn to my feet
when I fulfilled the good that I was given
And I did not get up with the blessings that you bore
Aba Ali, you have surrounded me from us.
The collar of the pigeon…
بالله أقسم لو ملكت ألسنة – الشاعر البحتري
باللهِ أُقسِمُ لو مُلِّكْتُ أَلْسِنَةً
تَبُثُّ شُكْرَكَ من قَرْني إِلى قَدَمِي
لَمَا وَفَيْتُ لِمَا أَوْلَيْتَ مِنْ حَسَنٍ
ولا نَهَضتُ بِمَا حَمَّلتَ مِنْ نِعَمِ
أَبَا عَلِيٍّ لَقَدْ طَوَّقَتنِي مِنَناً
طَوْقَ الحَمَامَةِ لا يَبْلَى…
This spring is as if its lights – the poet Al-Buhtari
This spring is as if its lights
Children of Persia in Roman clothes
You see disagreement as a drinker of coffee.
Drunk to drink vampire daily
unfold the simplex sindus and vegetate
Reduce the water with an even pearl
هذا الربيع كأنما أنواره – الشاعر البحتري
هذا الرَّبِيعُ كأَنَّمَا أَنوَارُهُ
أَوْلادُ فَارسَ في ثِيَابِ الرُّوم
وتَرَى الخِلافَ كشَارِبٍ مِنْ قَهْوَةِ
ثَمِلٍ إِلى شُرْبِ المُدَامَة ِيُومي
بَسَطَ البَسِيطَةَ سُندُساَ وتَبَرْقَعَتْ
قُلَلُ المِيَاهِ بلُؤْلُؤٍ مَنظُومِ
And I have accumulated the virtues that I have gathered – the poet Al-Buhtari
And you have collected the surplus that you have collected.
Time is running out, and its remembrance is not old
From the truth of your word you will begin, and to your action
you finish, And to you all belong,
Like speech, its kinds are…