ما به احد
حتى السحاب
ماعاد مر بحينا
حتى الشجر
ترك لنا اوراق الخريف
ما به احد الا انا
يدي طاحت ما لوحت
ما به احد وتصافحه
ولا به احد وتودعه
ما به شمس
تشرق على يوم ٍ جديد
ما به احد الا انا
هذا الفراغ الممتلي شوق ورحيل
وهذا السهر المنسكب من راس سيل
وهذي العيون مكحله بعتمة ارق
وهذا الورق
يشرب من دمي بكا
يذكرني ما به الا انا
مالت اغصان اشجاري
من البرد
وضاع الحفيف بمعترك زحمة اود
اود
رجعة طيوري وغصني كسير
وحنا كثير
ما به احد الا انت
ما به احد
There is no one
Even the clouds
No longer pass by our neighborhood
Even the trees
Left us autumn leaves
There is no one but me
My hand fell and didn't wave
There is no one to shake hands with
And there is no one to bid farewell to
There is no sun
To rise on a new day
There is no one but me
This emptiness filled with longing and departure
And this sleeplessness pouring from the top of a torrent
And these eyes lined with the darkness of insomnia
And these leaves
Drink from my blood with tears
Remind me that there is no one but me
The branches of my trees have swayed
From the cold
And the rustling has been lost in the midst of a crowd
I wish
The return of my birds and my branch is broken
And we are many
There is no one but you
There is no one
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