لو هو تبرأ من توالي حياته
قلته صباح الخير ياراعي الجود
بكت عيونه واضحكت لي شفاته
يقول ليلي فات بشعله وبارود
ضيع بقايايا وخلى شماته
قلته تعال وترى العمر محدود
خلك تباشير الفرح من شتاته
The morning does not laugh in the face of an oppressed person
If he had disavowed himself the rest of his life
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I said good morning, good shepherd
His eyes cried and his lips laughed to me
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He says that the night came with flames and gunpowder
He wasted my remains and left his gloating
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I said, come to me, life is limited
May the signs of joy come from his diaspora