فات الميعاد [Fat il Maad] [English translation]

It's too late

We became distant

And the fire became smoke and ash

It's too late

How are you beneficial, o regret?

What are you doing, o reproach?

The painful nights have become long

And the lovers separated

Enough suffering and misery

And tears when we part and tears when we meet

Why do you blame me? What's in my hand to do?

It's too late, it's too late

How long have I wished to meet you with a smile

Or with a gaze of love or a blaming word

But I forgot how to smile as I have forgotten my pains

Time has always made people forget sadness and joy

If it's about the old love

If it's about the painful wound

The curtains of oblivion have fallen long ago

If it's about the old love and its harshness

I have forgotten it, I hope you forget it too

How are you beneficial, o regret?

What are you doing, o reproach?

The painful nights have become long

And the lovers separated

Enough suffering and misery

And tears when we part and tears when we meet

Why do you blame me? What's in my hand to do?

It's too late, it's too late

The night

The ticking of clocks wakes the night

The night

And the anguish of the Ah's in the middle of the night

The bitterness of the sighs and the loneliness and the sleeplessness

Still hasn't gone far

You want us to be back as in the old times

Tell time to go back

And bring me a heart that hasn't fallen in love before

That was never hurt nor deprived

How are you beneficial, o regret?

What are you doing, o reproach?

The painful nights have become long

And the lovers separated

Enough suffering and misery

And tears when we part and tears when we meet

Why do you blame me? What's in my hand to do?

It's too late, it's too late

Because of my pain1 and the length of my nights

My pain, my pain, my pain

And the joy of my enemies over my misfortunes

My pain, my pain, my pain

Because of your harshness when we were lovers

And the cruelness of the world to me

Between me and you is desertion and disloyalty

And a wound in my heart that I have hidden

Between me and you are nights and separation

And a road that you started

How are you beneficial, o regret?

What are you doing, o reproach?

The painful nights have become long

And the lovers separated

Enough suffering and misery

And tears when we part and tears when we meet

Why do you blame me? What's in my hand to do?

It's too late, it's too late

1. Lit. 'fire'