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El Sira

قد خاب عبد لا يصلى على النبى
نبى عربى مالى شفيع سواه
نبى الهدى لولاه ما نعرف الهدى
قطع العدا طه بحد قناه
أشكو لمن رفع السماء بلا عمد
إلهى تعالى مقتدر فى علاه
على ما جرالى
يا ويح قلبى لما جرالى
صابر على حكم الكريم مولاى
استغفر الله العظيم من الخطأ
إلهى تعالى واحد لا سواه
فلما فَرِغ الزناتي من الأشعار
وسَمِعت عُمومِ الرجال الهلايل
قال اللي يبيع العمرِ مش عار
إنما علي شيء يحفظ مقامه
انا الزناتي انا جمل المحاميل
زعيم الغروب و الرجال يعرفوني
وعمري عن الحدود انا ما حَاميل
وللمرجلة قدَموني
لازم انزل الحرب بكرة... طبول البلاوي حزينة
ولا أخلي ولا بنت بِكرة... الا اما تِشلي حزينة
الا اما تِشلي حزينة
انا الزناتي اسد الغروب... هاتوا الرِجال الهلايل
او حامت النسر و غَروب... وهصَّبح الحمل مايل
وبكرة لهايدور حربي
بني هلال اشعطت نياهم
يا يرحلوا مِن غربي... يا بالسيف اقطع رجاهم
وضربت طبول المَيدان
وركبت ولاد الأمارة
فقال الفتى يظهر يبان
حلت شعورها العذارا
وركبت عرايب بني حَنِير
متقلَدة بالقضايب
وطِير النَيا فوق حَنِير
ازدادت نيران اللهايب
الولد جابته الخدادى
وطلعت ولاد الأمارة
خرجوا خلف الأمير
فاتحين باب الخسارة
جدامهم طوّى حسّى
فقال البلاد دى بلادى
بقى صحن الصبر وىّ سيف
الدموع تنزل عمايم
خليفة هز المُبتر
اتخبَّلَت العَمايم
صرخ و قال الله اكبر
اِدموع تنزل عمايم
دخل النجوع الأمير
قال نوم الليالي معاديني
زعل الزعيم الكَبير
اين المُقاتل يَجِيني
لما نِصَلي على النبي

El Sira

How has a servant failed who does not pray for the prophet
Arab prophet, none can intercede for me but he
Prophet of guidance, guidance we wouldn’t know without him
Taha has cut off the enemies with the edge of his sword
I complain to He who raised the sky without pillars
My God, Most High, Powerful in His height
For what has befallen me
Oh the woe of my heart for what has befallen me
Patient with the decree of the gracious, my Master
I ask forgiveness of God, the Great, from error
My God, Most High, there is none other than Him
And when the poet finished his verses
And people heard the cheers of the men
He who would sell his life for nothing shameful
I have something that preserves my stature
I’m the poet, I’m the camel of burdens
Chief of the fighters, and the men know me
And never in my life have I exceeded my boundaries
And in manliness, they put me forward
I must go to war tomorrow... The drums of calamity beat a mournful tune
I will leave no man or maid tomorrow... Until he or she is weighed down with sorrow
Until he or she is weighed down with sorrow
I’m the poet, the lion of the fighters... Bring on the cheering men
Or the eagle has hovered and sunset has come... And morning has dawned obliquely
And tomorrow my war will revolve
Banu Hilal, their fangs have sharpened
Either they depart from my territory... Or by the sword I will cut off their hopes
And the drums of the battlefield beat
And the sons of the princes mounted up
Then the young man appeared, distinguished and evident
He has untied the hair of the maidens
And the daughters of Banu Hanir have mounted
Armed with daggers
And the cry of lamentation over Hanir
Increased the flames of the fires
The boy was brought by the midwife
And the sons of the princes came out
They went out behind the prince
Opening the door to defeat
In front of them, Hissi has folded up
Then he said, “This land is my land”
The cup of patience has become a sword
Tears fall upon the turbans
Khalifa has shaken the amputated hand
The turbans are confused
He shouted and said, “God is most great”
Tears fall upon the turbans
The prince entered the villages
He said, “Sleepless nights are my enemies”
The great leader is angry
Where is the warrior who will come to me?
When we pray for the prophet