السبع (al sab3)

I fell, neither from my uncle nor my aunt,
You’re stabbed by the sword of betrayal.

No setting up under the night clouds,
Tents around the star of Suhail.
Tents, and I scream to the crowd, oh woe,
And I complain to you.

The day love left me and went away,
Love and joy disappeared.
Still, I have wounds, wounds inside me,
Oh woe to you.

On the lion's bed, the wolves sleep,
For cheap dirt, my friends sold me.
In the sky of loyalty, the crows circle,
And the eagles migrate.

I promised you,
Oh, what a shame, I break my promise, oh what a shame.
I cross your path like a guest,
No, no.

I came, fulfilling my promises, and I came,
To untie your bonds, and I came,
To celebrate you, oh gazelle.

Slow down, slow down,
The core of my heart calls you,
Tonight, I’m coming to your family’s house,
To bring you back.

My fire, my fire,
It will extinguish when you enter my home.
You’re the well of my secrets,
And I’m your lover.

The path of the roses, the noble ones walked,
Beware of the cold on my chest, lean on me.
And by the one who has the kohl-eyed gaze,
I hope I’m not wrong.

A group of mourners, they have just a strand,
On the lion's bed, the wolves sleep.