أُغنية (المسباح)

ترجمة بواسطة الموقع

تلاقينا بلا موعد، بعد سِرّ الجفا ما باح
وجاني في عيونه شوق، وبيمناه مِسباحه
وقفت وكل ما فيني رجف صحى بقلبي جراح
يظنون إنه يسلم، وأظن، يتفقد جراحه

حكى مدري وشيقول، أبتلشت، بدمع هل وطاح
أصد مرة، ومرات أتصنع، ضِحكة الراحة
حكى مدري وشيقول، أبتلشت، بدمع هل وطاح
أصد مرة، ومرات أتصنع، ضِحكة الراحة

يقول “الوقت من دونك يمر، كن الثواني رماح”
وقلت “الله يجيرك، ماعرفت، الوقت ورماحه”
أنا اللي من سبايب صدمتك، هليت ليل وساح
على وجهي علامات الفراق الحيل، فضاحه

ياليت لغيبتك عذرٍ، ولو تافه، عشان أرتاح
ولكنك حرمت القلب، وهو ما ذاق تفاحه
ياليت لغيبتك عذرٍ، ولو تافه، عشان أرتاح
ولكنك حرمت القلب، وهو ما ذاق تفاحه

أه، بكيتك، لين مديت الفراق اللي بعينك لاح
وأكيد إنك تعرف أشكثر أنا أفهم ولمّاحه
وراك الباب، وتدله، وراك الباب، والمفتاح
وبعد وياك خذ قلبي، وخذ بابه، ومفتاحه

وراح ويده تلوّح سنيني بعقدة المِسباح
ياليت إني، قبل يمشي من إيده أخذت مسباحه
وراح ويده تلوّح سنيني بعقدة المِسباح
ياليت إني، قبل يمشي من إيده، أخذت مسباحه

We met without an appointment, after the secret of estrangement was exposed!
He came to my destination, with longing in his eyes, and in his right hand he held the rosary (to glorify Allah with it).
I stopped for a moment, and everything inside me began to tremble, he awakened the previous wounds inside my heart
Others think he came to greet me, but I think he came to inspect the wounds he caused me!

He talked about things, I don’t know what they were, that brought tears to my eyes that quickly poured from my eyes!
Sometimes I confront him with the truth, and sometimes I fake a laugh as if I was happy to meet him!
He talked about things, I don’t know what they were, that brought tears to my eyes that quickly poured from my eyes!
Sometimes I confront him with the truth, and sometimes I fake a laugh as if I was happy to meet him!

He tells me that “the time passes without you, as if seconds were spears hitting me”
I told him, “may Allah help you in this situation, but you did not know the reality of time and these spears (for me)”
I am the one who, because of your shock, my blood ran cold in my veins all night!
There are signs of separation on my face, clearly visible beyond any doubt!

I was hoping that your absence would have an excuse, even if it was trivial, so that I could rest!
But you deprived the heart, and it did not taste the taste of love (the situation is likened to Eve eating the apple).
I was hoping that your absence would have an excuse, even if it was trivial, so that I could rest!
But you deprived the heart, and it did not taste the taste of love

I made you cry, until the effect of separation on you became clear, through the looks in your eyes!
Surely, you know very well how smart I am and how well I understand feelings!
The door is behind you, and you know its way well, the door is behind you and the key!
Also, my heart, take it with you, and take with you its door and its key!

He went with ease, when he waved his hand at me, which was holding the rosary, and I spent all the years wanting to untie the knot of this rosary!
I wish, before he left me, I took the rosary from his hand!
He went with ease, when he waved his hand at me, which was holding the rosary, and I spent all the years wanting to untie the knot of this rosary!
I wish, before he left me, I took the rosary from his hand!

A.I. Poetic

We met without an appointment, as estrangement’s secret lay bare,
He arrived at my door, with longing eyes, and a rosary in hand, a prayer to share.
I paused for a moment, my soul began to shake,
He stirred old wounds, my heart could not forsake.

To others, he came to greet, but I knew his true quest,
To inspect the wounds he left, the pain unconfessed.
He spoke of things unknown, bringing tears that swiftly fell,
Sometimes I faced him with truth, sometimes a laugh to quell.

He spoke again, words that brought a flood of tears,
A confrontation with truth, or a facade to mask my fears.
“Time without you is a spear,” he said, piercing deep,
I told him, “Allah help you, but time’s reality I keep.”

His shock froze my blood, a chill through the night,
Separation marked my face, a testament in sight.
I hoped for an excuse, however small, to find peace,
But you denied my heart love’s sweet release.

I made you cry, separation’s mark in your eyes so clear,
You know my insight, my feelings sincere.
The door behind you, you know it well, the way to leave,
Take my heart, its door and key, with you as you grieve.

He left with ease, waving the rosary in his hand,
Years I spent trying to untie its knot, to understand.
I wished before he departed, I’d taken the rosary he held,
But he left, and with him, the prayers and wounds he compelled.