00:00 Shawg Al-Gharib 02:00 I love you 03:00 Oh, what a regret 04:23 I loved death 07:40 Host of the abyss 08:23 Dream (Shawg Al-Gharib) I am Shawg Al-Gharib, the close one, and I am the regret of that hopeless one, and I suffered the one who frightened me My word is a weapon I curse the gloating in his pain I find rest Whenever you reap it, it returns to him a swimmer of gold From a beautiful marriage, and on the path, his torment fell On my soul, thanks have spread, O you who have wasted my life Here, O Al-Lokah, run at night Like a beautiful stream that brings him out Distance has not diminished the bitterness that overflows And in her lap, the choice of sparks dominates The bustard spreading its wings The wings of my mother, the pampering, his chest, and the charm of your love for him, the charm of the key And my delusion, two naked ones With a scarf My soul cut on my wound and insisted Insistence took me with your kindness, O plain spring, you are tired of it and your goals are very much, one after the other, in Maybar, I slept and stood up, I saw the pages, I got lost and my guests came out, ghosts circling in the path, and I did not wake up, I reached the top of the creek, and there is no wave, this milking with my soul, I do not give it many blessings, and the soul catcher gets dizzy, I am the one who does not walk behind it, its funeral is crying —————— (I love you) for the water, the soul wants my life and the sweetness is my love, and I am patient like the patience of the birds returning to the sunset, and I say to them, the one who came to you is twenty holidays in one day, and your nature is not a calamity, I am a long-lived palm tree at night, and you are with me, an embroiderer, I came to you, every kiss in a state, and I return to you with a flute, and in my heart is the nature of every story, a strange song, my life from the beginning is for the good Clay, melt and scratch, oh morning star, oh light of the twilight, oh kiss of the parallel station on the walkway, I love you before I love you, and I am ashamed before I know loneliness ———————— (Oh, what a pity) Oh, what a pity, oh, oh, father, and the one who does not love me and comes, I will not go knock on his door, and the brotherhood is not flirtatious, and the companionship is a lie? How can I dry the tears from the cheek of the writer? The brother was a palm tree and its thorns are its drink Now the milk of the brother was sold by the rabab Oh my hair, your strength is cold Where is the bachelor running? It came to me and the time has come and the suffering is over And the injustice has just shaken the chain of its robe And the wind whistles Sharpening its tongue with its fangs I called out to my patience and panic With the bones of its crypt And I stayed with fate and it brought me And brought a generous one His uncle carried him And the wolf of the dagger found him He ate his hand and returned to aim at his graves And from where can I find a brother for the end of his account —————— (I loved death) I identified with it And I did not know what would happen to it Not a day will I see myself awake I brought with my authentic hand to the waterwheels And from the hands of darkness I was lost Morning and after the nest of the dove and the sparrows A crow wrapped my wings I swear, I drove the nails into the dagger, I didn't think about slaughtering him. When will I pay attention and take measures? And I talk about the wounded hand of the one who blames me, they know what happened, and I am more than to blame I have been with my wife, a red bird flying, I said to myself, “By God, he lands on it and breaks the bird that does not catch the prey.” It is not shameful, but shameful is to escape from the heat. Many lovers have run like a stream. A dead palm tree, how can it bear fruit? I lowered the bucket and looked at the well. Thirst throws me down one time and another, and I throw him down, I am the one with the ribs, I hammered the nails into the dagger, I did not calculate his slaughter after his death, I will be careful and take measures. And I talk about the wounded hand of the one who walked, and accompanied Zizaya, and I was humiliated. My companion never sat on the river, nor did he drink water. I have reaped all kinds of worries. His isolation is complicated and affectionate, and he comes and loves him, and I fly with him. I am never afraid. I am light-hearted, I do not have any opinion. The thirsty one and I hope he springs up like a raped mute one with one eye turned and stood gloating over her and his eye and cough I am Al-Badlou’i I hit the nails for the dagger I did not consider his slaughter after his death I paid attention and took precautions and talked about the strong man who wounded him I walked and then I got up and my life went by and the station was gone and I missed the train and I thought that stumbler would get up and fall I said this is a runner and the horses stumbled They struck me with a spear from the hand of