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My hand saved you from reproach and language – Al-Buhtari poet
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I cut off Abu Laila and what I was before – the poet Al-Buhtari
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I bore you to lend me a light of foolishness – the poet Al-Buhtari
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Your tongue is sweeter than a bee reaping a date – Al-Buhtari poet
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In every way, women are killed – the poet al-Buhtari
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Do you not see the mangled model Dania – the poet Al-Buhtari?
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Your singing bequeaths you to humiliation – Al-Buhtari poet
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O son of the one who is born free – the poet Al-Buhtari