يا مشغل الروح ! وين الصبح من ليلي
ابطى العتيم وغاب الفجر مع نوره
يامنك انت, انت كلي وقناديلي
ولا انا اصبحت بعدك في جسد صوره
يالغايب الحاضر تاخذني من تعاليلي
كنه بين الناس ولكن غايب حضوره
O occupant of the soul! Where is the morning from my night?
The dark one slowed down And he missed Dawn with its light
Oh you, you are all of me and my lamp
As for me, I became after you body picture
O absent present, you take me from my evenings
I was among the people But his presence was absent
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