تلوي ذراعي [Telwi Thra3i] [English translation]

I beg you, Do not correct your mistakes. Let my wounds provide.

(Anyone could help with this will be appreciated)إذا ما للغلا سيره فما لمعاتبك داعي

Moan of the flute hurts a lot, more than its healing.

And the more patience at this closed door, the more it opens my wounds.

I imagined to meet by accident and window and encounter and roses.

And my eyes floated in your knife (your beauty)

The more I open pictures (of you) even darker my sweet nights get.

The more waves of the sea rise, the weaker my sails get.

I forgot that I am descendent of glory, not coward, not captive.

I am the one who will cut his arm before you break it.

I hope nothing bad happened to make you come back.

(really hard to understand this part)

I gave you my thought and love but limitless,

My rhymes bleed the letters and imagination of creativity.

I walked this path till end, it's hard to go back.

I want to walk until my bones dont care, my feet expire

I wiped out your name from my dreams, nor do you exist.

Your voice isnt reaching me, Listen,

That's enough, go away with your absence, unworthiness. and needlessness.

(ı couldnt translate)