It is not symbolic of treachery

You have provoked me with the sorrows of the years, until I have become like the enchanted palace
I will walk away from the morocco, and with my heart and the soul of the beloved
I made the caged bird ---- groping your breath and saw your pimple
Let me depart from the immortal movement --- and forget your torment to my heart of the oppressed
My eyes collapsed and eyes ---- so that I was overwhelmed Yem beloved
Laila made me a crazy cat --- not sleeping from lusts and nostalgia
You fooled me with thoughts and thought --- and my heart died in your sweet feast
Ashi Hawaki, the dead man, died
I will leave to my heart to enjoy --- and leave my spirit until I forget the eyes
Yalitni what I loved - the borders of the beloved country
Do not give me your breath, but I find you

It is not symbolic of treachery
Nor of the pattern of abandonment
Nor from the point of drinking bitter
Nor of my love for you
Nor the one who created the tiger
Salty conscience Vashar
Salt my heart made me confused
Shawky asked me to go to the fire
I asked myself, I refuse you, and it was
My eyes made a curtain so I do not see you
I made the tongue of a prisoner for your passion
I made my hand on my head, and I gave you