Текст и перевод песни Khaled Abdul Rahman - Elzaman Qassi

Elzaman Qassi

ما دام ان الزمن قاسي ومدات اليال شحاح
ترا ما للفقير الا يمد اييده لخلاقه
وانا من فضل ربي عشت في وقت العنا مرتاح
والى جار الزمن ماقمت احاتي نوض براقه
لون قفل الزمن ماله مع بعض العرب مفتاح
فلا ظني بتلقى واحد طعم العسل ذاقه
ولاكن خلقت الدنيا كذا والرابح المنزاح
عن دروب مماشية صعيبة تخلف الفاقه
ومدام اني على احسن مايرام وخاطري منااح
فموضوع الزمن مافيه داعي نكشف اوراقه
ابدله عن صواديف الزمان اللي حياه رياح
وادله نفسي بشي علية النفس سباقة
رعاك الله باللي طال صبري لين سدي باح
وقلبي في يدك بابه ومفاتحه ومغلاقه
اسوج الرجل واقدامي على درب الغلى سراح
وقلبي في غلى حضره جنابك ماحد عاقه
عطيتك من بعض روحي على خبر القلوب صحاح
وبديتك على نفسي بشي يصعب اطلاقه
الين اصبحت من بين العذاري تنعرف بوشاح
تليق بسمعه فيها بنات العصر تواقه
وفي كسرة عصى تزعل وتحق شجره التفاح
وتكويني على الصلع القصير وتنضج احراقه
لونك تكتشف حزن تكامل ف الضمير وساح
درريت ان لك مكان في ضميري تنزف اشواقه
ترى مالزعل داعي تغانم فرصتك يا صاح
تغانم فرضتك قبل الزمن يقفي بمعلاقة
تعال وعالج جروح الحزين وكل شي راح
تعال وجدد امالك تى الايام سرارقه
سرقة القلب واثرك معتبرهرا سرقة المزاح

Elzaman Qassi

As long as time is cruel and the nights are short
The poor have no choice but to raise their hands to their Creator
And I, by the grace of my Lord, have lived in a time of hardship with ease
And when the times got tough, I didn't worry, I stood up and shone
Even if time has locked its doors and there is no key with the Arabs
I don't think you will find one who has tasted the sweetness of honey
But that is how the world was created, and the fortunate one is the one who runs away
From the difficult paths that lead to poverty
As long as I am in the best of spirits and my heart is content
There is no need to reveal the pages of time
I will exchange it for the lullabies of time, which are like the wind
And I will guide myself with something that my soul is eager for
May God protect you, for my patience has been stretched to its limits
And my heart is in your hands, its door and keys and locks
I will walk with my head held high and my feet on the path of glory
And my heart will be in your presence, no one will hinder it
I have given you a part of my soul, and my heart is pure
And I have dedicated myself to you with something that is difficult to let go of
Until I have become known among the virgins by my veil
A veil that befits a reputation that the women of the time crave
And if a branch of a tree breaks, the apple tree will mourn
And it will ripen its burns on the bare scalp
If you discover a sadness that is complete in your conscience and enchanting
Know that you have a place in my heart, bleeding with longing
See, there is no need for sadness, seize your opportunity
Seize your opportunity before time catches up with you
Come and heal the wounds of the sad, and everything will be fine
Come and renew your hopes before the days steal them away
Stealing the heart and its trace is considered stealing the joke