من مداي البعيد وانا خارج السرب
غردت في صحصاح وباقصى المفازه
ماهمني جروحي وانا خايض الحرب
تهمني دموعي وانا لي فيك عازه
الشرق غربه وانت صاير ٍ غرب
والعمر اقفى والقمر شح كازه
لا نجد عرفتني ولا الاتراك لي قرب
ويمناي قصرت والجلد به حزازه
وربعي منافي ابطت تمشي الدرب
من عشرة اعوام تشيع جنازه
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Outside swarm
From my far distance and I'm out swarms
I tweeted in the virgin land and the farthest wildern
I don't care about my wounds while I'm fighting the war
I care about my tears and I have a need for you
I am an expatriate in the East and you are an expatriate in the West
There is a difference, life is gone, and the moon is over with its fuel
No my country knew me, and I am not close to strangers
My hand is too short to reach anything and the skin is cracked
The land of exile has become my family, and my path is long
These roads have been attending my funeral for ten years