سبعين مره (Marrah 70) - Fahd Al Kbesi перевод на английский

سبعين مره (Marrah 70)

كان من بد البشر للعين قرّه . شوفته للعين قرّه
شوفته ياما أتشفّقها شفاقه
ومن غيابه تشتعل بالجوف حره . انكوي بالجوف حره
انكوي من نار قلبي واحتراقه
وألتمس عذر الجفا . سبعين مره . الجفا سبعين مره
هذا من باب الموده والرفاقه
وأتساءل من على . الفرقا يجره . من على الفرقا يجره
كن مابيني ولابينه صداقه
كان من بد البشر للعين قرّه . شوفته للعين قرّه
شوفته ياما أتشفّقها شفاقه
ومن غيابه تشتعل بالجوف حره . انكوي بالجوف حره
انكوي من نار قلبي واحتراقه
الغياب الي اخذ خيره وشره . بسبته خيره وشره
بسبته اطلقت من روحي وثاقه
من يصد اصد عنه وما أمره . ومن يبي . ما امره
من يبي فرقاي يسعدني فراقه
بيني وبينه غلا . لله دره . والله غلا . لله دره
من اخذ قلبه وانا وسطه وباقه
ولا احب ابحث وراه . ولا اتشره . ابحث وراه . ولا اتشره
ما يدب الشك في اطيب علاقه
كان من بد البشر للعين قرّه . شوفته للعين قرّه
شوفته ياما أتشفّقها شفاقه
ومن غيابه تشتعل بالجوف حره . انكوي بالجوف حره
انكوي من نار قلبي واحتراقه

Seventy Times (Marrah 70)

You were the prettiest of all, the joy of my eyes. The joy of my eyes, you were
I've longed for you so often, my dear
And when you're gone, my heart burns with fire. My heart burns with fire
I burn from the fire of my heart and its passion
And I seek to excuse your cruelty. Seventy times. Your cruelty, seventy times
This is out of love and friendship
And I wonder why. Why the distance. Why the distance
As if there were no love between us
You were the prettiest of all, the joy of my eyes. The joy of my eyes, you were
I've longed for you so often, my dear
And when you're gone, my heart burns with fire. My heart burns with fire
I burn from the fire of my heart and its passion
The absence that has taken both its good and bad. Because of it, its good and bad
Because of it, I have freed myself from my soul's chains
Who would turn away from their friends, and how bitter is that? Who would. How bitter
Who would want my separation, my separation would make me happy
Between you and me, there is love. May God bless it. May God bless it
Who took my heart while I was in its midst and remained
But I don't want to search for him, or care about him. Search for him, or care about him
Doubt does not creep into the best relationships
You were the prettiest of all, the joy of my eyes. The joy of my eyes, you were
I've longed for you so often, my dear
And when you're gone, my heart burns with fire. My heart burns with fire
I burn from the fire of my heart and its passion