.. From an expelled village.. by the poet. Sabri Raslan.. 665.. من غير مطرود.. للشاعر.. صبري رسلان

Without being expelled (665) ................... Stay away, stay away, do not approach the Duke of the one who witnessed my love. I once cried from longing and called out, and your heart is always my home, oppressed by your deprivation, and remember that I am yearning for your pain. Without being expelled, there are no promises between us, nor were we your loved ones. If you forgot my aching heart, I do not know the day of your door. My life was lost with you between the bitterness of your cruelty and the feeling of your tenderness. And longing threw me on an arrogant path. It forgot you about your dreams. You insulted me. I gave you up and accepted your sorrows and disguised. You stood up on the day of your weakness, and I was your safety. Live on Other than what you have more than that, that I have your death and the rose with its thorn is with you. A farewell to your pains and your path on the day of the upheaval, oppressed, incubator of your delusions. You will live and be poured from the same cup. Go back to your days. Written by.. Sabri Raslan. 

من غير مطرود (665)

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إبعد خليك لا تقرب دوق 

من شهد غرامي 

ده أنا ياما بكيت 

من الشوق وناديت 

ولا قلبك داري 

على طول مظلومه بحرمانك 

وفاكرني هحن لأوجاعك 

من غير مطرود 

ما في بينا وعود 

ولا كنا أحبابك

إن كنت نسيت 

قلبي الموجوع 

لا عرف يوم بابك 

ضاع عمري معاك 

بين مر قساك 

ولا حس حنانك

ورماني الشوق 

في طريق مغرور 

نساك أحلامك 

بتعاير حالي إني قسيمتك 

ورضيت أحزانك 

وبتنكر وقفيتي يوم ضعفك 

وأنا كنت أمانك

لايف على غيري 

ما زاد مالك 

كده بان لي هلالك

والورد بشوكه معاك إنداس 

ووداع لألامك 

ومسيرك يوم هتبات مظلوم 

حاضن أوهامك

هتعيش وتدوق 

من نفس الكاس 

عد لأيامك

بقلم .. صبري رسلان