My Heart Will Go On
جَلَسَتْ وَالْهَاتِفُ بِيَدَيْهَا تَشْتَاقُ لِصَوْتٍ تَعَشَّقُ My heart will go on, and the phone in my hand is longing for a voice it loves
مَا غَابَ عنِ النَّفْسِ صَدَاهُ So much of my soul was lost in its voice
فَبِكُلِّ جَمِيلٍ تَسْمَعُ So beautiful it is to hear
مَا لِلْهَاتِفِ لَا يَنْطِهُ مَا لِلْهَاتِفِ لَا يَنْطِهُ What about the phone, it doesn't respond
هَلْ فِيهِ شُرُوحٌ تَمْنَعُ هَلْ فِيهِ شُرُوحٌ تَمْنَعُ Is there a wound that prevents it
قَدْ كَانَ رَفِيقًا فِي الدَّرْبِ يَطُرُبُهُ الْهَمْسُ وَيَمْتَعُ He was a companion on the way, and the wind blew him away, and he was enjoying himself
نَامَتْ وَالْهَاتِفُ بِيَدَيْهَا تَرْجُوْ أَحْلَامًا مَمْنُوعًا She slept, and the phone was in her hands, hoping for dreams that are forbidden
مَنَامَتْ دَمْعُ بِخَدَّيْهَا وَهَاتُ الْقَلْبِ مَسْمُعًا She slept, and the tears were in her cheeks, and the heart was in her ears
قَامَتْ وَالْهَاتِفُ بِيَدَيْهَا تَكْتُبُ أَوْجَعًا تَغْشَاهَا She got up, and the phone was in her hands, writing painful things that she feared
تَحْكِيْ لِلْهَاتِفِ عَنْ حُبٍ أَحْيَاهُ الْأَمْسُ وَأَرْدَهَا She tells the phone about a love that was revived by yesterday and it was buried
قُلْ يَا هَاتِفُ لَا تَخْجَلْ أَحْكِيْ عَنْ حُبٍ وَلَا تَعْجَلْ Tell me, oh phone, don't be shy, tell me about my love, and don't rush
أَمَّا عَنْ قَلْبِ فَلَا تَسْأَلْ فَالْهَجْرُ خَطِيرٌ مَا يَفْعَلْ As for my heart, don't ask, because leaving is dangerous, what can it do?
أَيُّهَا الْهَاتِفُ قُلْ لِي بِرَبِّكَ هَلْ بَقِيَ أَمَلٌ O phone, tell me, by your Lord, is there any hope left?
أَيُّهَا الْهَاتِفُ مَهْلًا قُلْتَ أَمْ لَمْ تَقُلْ O phone, tell me, by your Lord, is there any hope left?
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أَيُّهَا الْكَلْبُ تَوَقَّفُ O Dog, stop
أَنا لِلْعَقْلِ العَمَل I'm working for the mind
أَلَا فَأَخْبِرُ عَمْرَان Allah, then will I inform Amran
قَدْ نَسِيَتُ مَا حَصَلُ I've forgotten what has happened
قَدْ أَوْقَفْتُ جِدَالِ I've stopped arguing
مَا دَا يُجْدِلْ جِدَل What is there to argue about?
قَدْ أَوْسَدْتُ أَبْوَابِ I've closed my doors
وَانْتَهَتْ كُلُّ السُّؤُل And all the questions are over
أَيَا رَبِّ عَوَّضْنِي O Lord, please forgive me
بِعْوَضٍ عَلَىٰ عَجَلٍ I seek refuge with Allah from the accursed Satan
