يا ظالمني [Ya Zalemni] [English translation]

You are unjust. You have deserted me.

I’m deprived of your kindness.

You make me suffer, burn, perplexed, worn out, ...

Then, whenever I complain, you stop talking to me.

You become even angry when I say that

you are unjust.

It’s unfair to leave me, accuse me,

and ignore all what I’ve been through.

I spend my life wishing that one day by chance

you would be faithful to me.

For years, I’ve tolerated your indifference.

I’ve suffered weariness in your absence.

So as to become kind to me one day.

You leave me, forget me,

You let me alone with sadness.

Then, whenever I complain, you stop talking to me.

You become even angry when I say that

you are unjust.

With you, I follow my emotions.

I ignore everyone for you.

Then I taste that bitterness of indifference and abandonment.

As my yearning augment, tears come to my eyes.

And I get plenty of reproaches.

I spend my nights weeping,

while my enemies are celebrating.

Then, whenever I complain, you stop talking to me.

You become even angry when I say that

you are unjust.

I’ve explained the reason for my lamentations and

the fire of love in my tears.

My soul’s fatigue, torment and agony

have become obvious to everybody.

Those who celebrated my pain

had pity on me.

Despite reproaches,

they showed kindness towards me.

But you didn’t.

Is it possible that my enemies feel for me,

while you are ungenerous and cruel?

Then, whenever I complain, you stop talking to me.

You become even angry when I say that

you are unjust.