Текст и перевод песни Umm Kulthum - فات الميعاد

فات الميعاد

فات الميعاد
وبقينا بعاد بعاد
والنار بقت دخان ورماد
فات الميعاد
تفيد ب أيه يا ندم يا ندم
وتعمل ايه يا عتاب
طالت ليالي ليالي الألم
واتفرقوا الأحباب
كفايه بأه تعذيب وشقى
ودموع فى فراق
ودموع فى لقى
تعتب عليا ليه
انا ب ايديه ايه
فات الميعاد فات الميعاد
ياما كنت اتمنى اقابلك ببتسامة
او بنظرة حب او كلمة ملامه
بس انا نسيت الأبتسام
زي ما نسيت الألام
والزمن بينسي حزني وفرحي ياما
ان كان على الحب القديم
ان كان على الجرح الأليم
ستائر النسيان
نزلت بقالها زمان
ان كان على الحب القديم واساه
انا نسيتوا انا
يا ريت كمان تنسى
الليل
ودقت الساعات تصحي الليل
الليل
وحرقة الأهات فى عز الليل
وقسوة التنهيد
والوحده والتسهيد
لسه ما همش بعيد
وعايزنا نرجع زي زمان
قول للزمان ارجع يا زمان
وهات لي قلب لا داب ولا حب
ولا انجرح ولا شاف حرمان
من ناري من طول لياليه
ناري ناري ناري
وفرحة العذال فيا
من قسوتك وانت حبيبي
وقسوة الدنيا عليا
بيني وبينك هجر وغدر وجرح بقلبي داريته
بيني وبينك ليل وفراق وطريق انته اللى بديته
بيني وبينك ليل وفراق وطريق انته اللى بديته
تفيد ب أيه يا ندم يا ندم
وتعمل ايه يا عتاب
طالت ليالي ليالي الألم
وتفرقوا الأحباب
كفايه بأه تعذيب وشقى
ودموع فى فراق
ودموع فى لقى
تعتب عليا ليه
انا ب ايديه ايه
فات الميعاد فات الميعاد

زكرياء بنجامع

The Appointment Was Missed

The appointment was missed,
And we remained distant, distant.
The fire turned into smoke and ash.
The appointment was missed,
What's the use of regret, of useless regret?
And what will reproach accomplish?
Long were the nights, nights of pain.
And the beloveds parted ways.
Enough already with the torture and torment,
And the tears of separation,
And the tears of reunion.
Why do you reproach me?
What power do I have over it?
The appointment was missed, it was missed.
How I wished to meet you with a smile,
Or with a look of love or a word of blame.
But I forgot how to smile,
Just as I forgot the pain.
And time makes me forget both my sorrow and my joy,
Whether it's about the old love
Or about the painful wound.
The curtains of oblivion
Have come down a long time ago.
Whether it's about the old love and its woes
I have forgotten it, I have.
Oh, if only you could also forget
The night,
And the hours struck, awakening the night.
The night,
And the burning of sighs in the depths of the night.
And the harshness of sighs,
And solitude and sleeplessness.
It's not yet too late,
And we can go back to the way we were.
Tell time to go back, O time,
And grant me a heart that neither melts, nor loves,
Nor gets wounded, nor sees deprivation.
From my fire, from the length of my nights
My fire, my fire, my fire.
And the joy of those who reproach me
From your cruelty, even though you are my beloved,
And the cruelty of the world towards me
Between you and me there is estrangement, treachery, and a wound hidden in my heart.
Between you and me there is night and separation and a path that you initiated.
Between you and me there is night and separation and a path that you initiated.
What's the use of regret, of useless regret?
And what will reproach accomplish?
Long were the nights, nights of pain.
And the beloveds parted ways.
Enough already with the torture and torment,
And the tears of separation,
And the tears of reunion.
Why do you reproach me?
What power do I have over it?
The appointment was missed, it was missed.

Zakaria Benjamea