طال الليل ولا بشر صباحه
ولا عرفت غدوه من رواحــه
كنه حل نزيل علينــــــــــــا
حزين ولا رمى اسود وشاحه
متلثم عابس غارت نجومـه
لقا في مسكنه عندي رياحــه
مقيم ما عنده نيت رحيل
ثوى وانا انتظر عني انتياحه
او كنه زمل برك من ثقل حمله
وصار عاجز شل وكساحه
وقام يلملم لي ذواهب همومي
وهواجس فيها مولود ولقاحه
وصرت انتظر الخيط الابيض
او عل الطير يغرد في صباحه
ليت الليل اعفاني وتشيم
او حتى ترك عن الضيقه مساحه
طعني في حشايا الف طعنه
سلاحه سهم وسيوف ورماحه
خلاني رثةٍ او ثوب بالي
مثل الشعث تلعب به ارواحه
من اسباب الحبيب اللي جفاني
قضيت الليل بونين ونياحـــه
عويل العاشق الصب المولع
فقد غزال باهي في الملاحه
وفيها دايم هوجاس فكري
نساني الانس وبسطه وانشراحه
كلما حاولت اثني القلب عنه
يذكري بجمالــه وامتداحــــه
يقول اذكر عبقه في صباها
بارق الثغر شموع بمزاحــــه
قلت ليـــه قاسي في عذابه
وهذا الجوف يشكي من جراحه
خلا حياتي مثل الليل هذا
اغلس داجي مطبق في كلاحه
وكنت ارجي يظهر البدر ساعه
احيا بضياها ووفاها والسماحه
اليا جيت يمه ســد بابه
بخيل ما عطى طبعه شحاحه
يجيني الهم سريع مكره
نزل صدري ولا اقوى زياحـه
جثم واون ونات الضعوفا
وعيوني من البكا سكب ورشاحه
لذيذ الزاد مر وصبر علقـم
صافي الماء هماج قراحـــــــــه
غدى جسمي منه جذع خاوي
ضلوعي ضاهره انحاف محاحه
تركني بدارس اكلم خياله
بمفازه خاليه جوه نضاحـــــــه
ولا لي حيله في وصل خلي
وانا كالطير مكسور جناحــــــــه
الشيب حل نهار بطرف ليل
وان حل الشيب من يخفي وضاحه
راح العمر واطرد سراب وصله
وافراح العمر ما تعادل اتراحــــه
وملامات تجي من بعض العواذل
قالوا وشفيك تبكي في مراحـــــــه
وشعث حالي تشمت الحسيد فيني
وضمير العاطل يفرح في نجاحه
وما همني وش تقول الناس عني
اترك الكلب هريره مع نباحـــه
ان بغى الترف يرحم فيه مغرم
وراد لحاسده يكبح جماحــــــــــه
ساعة بالوصل اكحل عيونــــــي
ففيه ومنه لخفوقي صلاحــــــــــه
The night was long and there was no good news of the morning
I did not know whether he was going or coming back
Night was falling upon us
He was sad and did not throw away his black scarf
Disguised, frowning, his stars faded
He found comfort in his residence with me
A resident who has no intention of leaving
He stayed while I was waiting for him to leave me
Or he was overwhelmed by the weight of his burden
He became incapable, paralyzed and crippled
And he gathered for me what was missing from my worries
Big concerns and small concerns
I was waiting for the white thread of dawn
Or perhaps the bird sings in the morning
I wish the night would spare me and protect me
Or he left space for me in my distress
He stabbed me in the chest a thousand times
His weapon is an arrow, swords and spears
He made me look like shabby or worn out clothes
Like shag, its winds play with it
One of the reasons for the lover who dried me up
I spent the night crying and crying
The wail of the passionate casting lover
A gazelle of great beauty was lost
There is always an intellectual obsession
I miss comfort, simplicity, and openness
Every time I try to dissuade my heart from it
He reminds me of his beauty and praise
He says, “I remember his fragrance in her youth.”
He has a bright mouth and a joking nature
I told him why he was so cruel in his torment
This heart complains of its wounds
Make my life like this night
Dark, opaque in its entirety
I was hoping for the full moon to appear in an hour
Live by its light, loyalty, and grace
I came to him and closed his door
He is stingy and does not communicate with me, and his nature is miserliness in love
Anxiety comes to me quickly and quickly
It landed on my chest and I couldn't shake it
He crouched and I moaned like a weak moan
And my eyes were filled with tears and water
Delicious provision is bitter and patience is stagnant
Even clear water is unpalatable
My body became an empty trunk
My ribs are clearly thin
He left me alone to talk to his imagination
In an empty desert, the atmosphere is fiery
I have no way to reach my beloved
I am like a bird with a broken wing
Gray hair came from day to night
And if gray hair comes, he who hides its light
My life has passed while I am chasing the mirage of a connection
The joys of life are not equivalent to its sorrows
And blame comes from some bad people
They said, why are you crying in his empty house?
I feel miserable and the envious people gloat over me
The conscience of the unemployed person rejoices in his success
I don't care what the envious people say about me
Leave the dog alone with his barking
If the beloved wants to have mercy on him who is in love with him
He wants his envier to restrain his anger
An hour by arriving with me, my eyes will be filled with kohl when I see him
In it and from it is my goodness
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