بعيد تاركني - Rashed Al-Majed перевод на английский

بعيد تاركني

بعيد تاركني ادور لك اعذار على الغياب و صدتك و انعزالك .
معقول ما جالك على البال زوار اللي عطالك فرحته ما طرالك .

شهرين واسرار الغلا ما لها دار تاهت و هي تبحث في غابة خيالك .
ما تدري ان مفارق الخل جبار و ان الفراق اكبر سبب للمهالك .

أنا وحيد و ما معي غير تذكار لو تنشده عن حال خلك حكالك .
كانت حياتي قبلك دروب و أسفار حتى ملكت اللي بقى في وصالك .

حبيبك محطم جروح ٍ و منهار حاله عليك من الوله عكس حالك .
قبلك انا و سهيل و الجدي سمار مشرح تغنجك وحلاك و دلالك .

نسـيـتـني في الليل و نجوم الاسحار قيلت مالي مـرقـد ٍ في ضلالك .
خليتني أتعب على جزل الافكار قلت القصيد وقلت لك طاب فالك .

نقلت قدام العدد كل الاصفار حطيتني رغم الفقر راس مالك .
انا غريب الدار غريبٍ بالأطوار بالمختصر انا خذت لك شخص هالك .

و الحين من شهرين من صار ما صار و انا اتمنى يا حبيبي سوالك .
بالله ما جيتك على البال زوار طيفي دخيل الله ما قد طرالك .

Far Away You Left Me

Far away you left me, I search for excuses for your absence, your coldness, and your isolation.
Could you really forget about the one who always brought you joy, who would visit you?

For two months now, the secrets of our love have no home, lost as they wander in the forest of your mind.
Don't you know that being separated like this is unbearable, that separation is a great cause of misery?

I'm lonely and have nothing but memories, if you ask them about your friend, they will tell you your story.
My life before you was like a wanderer on unknown paths, but since I gave you what I hold dearest, I've pledged my love to you.

Your beloved is broken, wounded, and shattered, so different from your own happiness.
Before you, I used to keep company with the stars, Sirius and Capricorn, enjoying the flirtation of your charm and beauty.

You forgot me in the night and the morning stars, you didn't give me a place to rest, lost in your shadow.
You made me struggle to find worthy thoughts, I wrote poetry and told you, "May it delight you."

I counted every zero before the number, I placed you above all else, despite my poverty.
I'm a stranger in my own land, strange in my ways, in short, I've become a walking corpse because of you.

And now, for two months, I've been like this, and I still wish, my love, that you would ask about me.
I swear, have you really forgotten about me, has my spirit not visited you, has your thought not turned to me?