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Maryam Saleh playing "Wahabt Omri Lel Amal" / "وهبت عمري للأمل" (covering Sheikh Imam) live for Loustic Sessions Shot in Beirut, October 29, 2016 Subscribe to the channel: http://bit.ly/2FWcNhr Vocals: Maryam Saleh Rek: Ahmed Khateeb Oud & vocals: Imad Hashisho Keyboard: Marc Ernest Sound & Mix: Fahed Al Riachi Images & Edit: Julien Nehring https://www.facebook.com/lousticsessions/ https://www.facebook.com/MaryamSaleh.Official/ Thanks for the contribution of @Hmidat Omar for this Arabic/Egyptian-to-English translation : ====== Transaltion ===== I endowed 'dedicated' my life for hope; hope has never come And I flooded my land with my sweat; I never harvested And I took care of my beloved; they have never cared My night has become endless And I am the broken I know my remedy but the dr. Doesn't want i take it Where is patience? Oh long years and night, where is patience? Like a strong tall camel, where is patience? It (the camel) will fall down if it carries one part of my burden, But, each morning I neglect my worries, And with my axe I engrave my songs on the fields: Ya Leil Ya Ein Oh, how beautiful is the plowed land Through its ruts longing is revealed I embraced you after seeds had been sprinkled, and I sang I sang my feelings to you, Only to the land that we keep our love despite time, And love is beautiful, Love is beautiful but hardship is more overwhelming, Our sight is very strong but the clouds suffocate us; For waiting for promises is like being burnt with flames, When the plants will grow up? It has been so long! I miss my sweetheart but she doesn't miss me; humiliation is bad Humiliation is bad and our land is a decent lady, At the day of harvesting, there is a bride with Hinnah on her hands, If i see her from behind the wheat spikes, i would lay down my Abaya and date her, I date the mother of spikes And it is then, after a long time waiting and longing, I would embrace my hope with my eyes and hands With my sweaty hands, oh sickles, I fold my darkness with a rushing morning, And i throw my pessimism on the Crow And then: we either work hard and sing all the time, Or, we bravely revolt. A promise is a debt! A promise is a debt! (English idiom: A promise is a promise) ====