https://youtube/watch?v=bVEiiAdEnmY MAWWAL (Mount Lebanon old school colloquial lament) Arabic text: https://facebook/Mashta.Aazar/posts/455192371236389 Translation by GF Haddad: In pain. In pain and have been for years. It might be there is in my chest a spearhead; or the fangs of a wolf. (x2) Not one seer, not one pharmacist, not one doctor has been able to detect the cause of this strange matter. And when the hands of medicine gave up on the solution the ailment grew stronger, overcoming the feverish body. I have cursed my existence! I began to wish to be dead and gone from an earth in which there remains no share of bliss in store for us. Ah! O my woe. And by chance I met a Maghribi, scary-looking, Well-seasoned; he could create, from the foulest bitter potion, perfume; yes sir! I began to complain to him about my dire situation, And asking for his intercession. I told him: I! I, I, my dear sir, feel tortured and dejected. All right! Say I am the worst oppressor, say I am a horrible criminal! Say I betrayed the Prophet and nailed `Isa on the cross! Still it is not right that I should carry the burden of this whole welcoming universe! O my dear eyes! The Maghrebi rubbed his eyebrows. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. The Maghrebine rubbed his eyebrows and (he collected) his highborn thought. And he said to me: My son! Listen. Your problem is not so bad. In order to be cured and of your punishments be healed, You have to take, for two months, this medicine: One spoonful, on an empty stomach, From the mouth of the Beloved! Yes sir.
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