Poet

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By God is the first right outside oath – Poet Al-Buhturi

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O singers of the beloved, I became drawings – the poet Al-Buhtari

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In my father’s life, you are the son of Wahb and my mother – the poet Al-Buhtari

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Lightning lit agate from Dharmah – the poet Al-Buhtari

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On the neighborhood we ran away from them and they lived – Al-Buhtari poet

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Bani Wahb rose above the world – the poet Al-Buhtari

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We have lost loyalty, we have lost intimacy – Al-Buhtari poet

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If you wish, then deputize me to the rest and stop me – Al-Buhturi poet