Текст и перевод песни Rachid Taha - El H'Mame

El H'Mame

لحمام لي ربيتو مشى عليا ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في رسامي
صار هارب عني ما دارلي مزية بعد مكان صديقي يحوم على خيامي
كلها مكوي فحياتو ميات كية كل شيء مجرب تحقيق في كلامي
ما بقى لي فالدنيا ندير امان بعد لحمام لي ربيتو مشى عليا
واحد ليام سقامتلو يضل فرحان وآخر متمحن في محنتو يظل حيران
لا رجال لا قوة لا كسيبتو قوية الصبر للمولى عالم الخفية
يا كريم انعم لي تسقام لي ايامي النية غابت يا سامعين ليا
كل شي مجرب تحقيق في كلامي
لو نعيد همومي نعمر الف كتاب لو نعيد همومي للعالمين يبكيو
لو نعيد همومي للبحر يصير غلاب لو نعيد همومي للجبال بصوت يدويو
لو نعيد همومي للباكمين يلغيو لو نعيد همومي للحجر يردلي جواب
كل يوم عيوني دموعها هاطلين فالنهار و في الليل حرملي منامي
الغرام قهرني بعساكرو قوية و لا حكيم جبرتو يعزم دوا سقامي
يا احبابي خودو هاد الكلام ترتيب لا تخالطوش من يكون خادع
كل عشرى بحبيبك خودها بتجريب لا تدير الشركة مع لي يكون طامع
الرزق و الاجل من عند لكريم توهيب فالبدن و الدرية عبد ما يمنع
سبق في حكامو ربي عالم الخفية
لحمام لي ربيتو مشى عليا ما بقالي نسمع صوتو في رسامي

El H'Mame

The dove that I raised flew away from me, I no longer hear its voice in my dreams.
It ran away from me, it no longer cares for me, after my friend, it now circles around my tent.
It has experienced so much in life, it has experienced everything, there is evidence in my words.
I have nothing left in the world to be safe with, after the dove that I raised flew away from me.
One day he will be happy and smiling, while another is suffering in his misery, he remains confused.
No man, no strength, no one to turn to, patience is for God, the knower of the hidden.
O Generous One, grant me well-being, let my days be happy, sincerity is absent, O you who listen to me.
There is evidence in my words of all that I have experienced.
If we were to recount my sorrows, we would fill a thousand books, if we were to recount my sorrows, the world would weep.
If we were to recount my sorrows to the sea, it would become turbulent, if we were to recount my sorrows to the mountains, they would echo with thunder.
If we were to recount my sorrows to the dumb, they would speak, if we were to recount my sorrows to the stone, it would answer me.
Every day my eyes shed tears, in the day and at night, depriving me of sleep.
Love has conquered me with its mighty soldiers, and no healer has been able to cure the pain of my illness.
O my beloved, take these words seriously, do not associate with those who are deceitful.
Every ten years with your beloved, take it as a test, do not keep company with those who are greedy.
Provision and life come from the Generous One, the body and knowledge are but servants, they cannot prevent.
It has been said by his rulers, God is the knower of the hidden.
The dove that I raised flew away from me, I no longer hear its voice in my dreams.