ترجمة بواسطة الموقع
ماتعيش القصايد في رجا من قرا
قبل مولد قصيدة كم توفى شعور
كنت أحيك السوالف لين صوتي سرى
وصرت أدور لصوتي أي سكّة عبور
آخذ بخاطر اللي خاطره مابرى
غصب عن عين قلبي صار قلبي صبور
الحبايب منافي والرفاقة ذرى
عن هبوب الزمان وعن جفاف الصدور
جعلني فدوة اللي للمواصل شرا9
واللي أقفت عيونه بالغياب معذور
آه وش حيلة اللي حطّ همه ورا
وكل مالدّ شافه يسبقه بالحضور
ويتغافل حنينه بالخفا مادرى
لين مسّاه حزنه بالرضا والسرور
إنت مالك بصدري والضلوع خشرا
غير وجهك وهمس بالمحاني جهور
قد ماني بكيتك بالشعر لاطرى
وقد مادمّ قلبي لاذكرتك يفور
صرت أنا والأغاني والقصيد عشرا
لين خفت العواطف من غناها تبور
إن ظلمتك بغيابك من تحبه ترى
المسافة قصيرة والليالي تدور
دام الأعمار تفني والجسد للثرى
من يبيح السنابل لو تموت الطيور
Poems do not live inside who recite it
Before the poem was born in the poet’s mind, how many feelings were lost?
I was in the process of weaving words, until my voice went away from me
I began to search in the sake of my voice, for any path that would take me to another place
I relieve the feelings of the one whose feelings were broken and who have not yet recovered
Against my will of my heart, my heart became in the state of patience
The loved ones who we know before, leave us easily when separation occurs
This happened against our will, and feelings inside our chests will stay as it is.
I will sacrifice my self to whom that wants to reach my love again
If your absence was against your will, you have my excused
Oh, what is the lover’s wish, other than the vision of the beloved?
Whenever I wanted to see him, his ghost preceded me by appearing before me
He secretly ignores his longing and does not know it, until his sadness touches him with contentment and happiness!
You own a special place inside my chest and ribs, worthy only of your beautiful, bright face
As much as I mentioned you in my poetry, I cry, even, the blood of my heart boils when your remembrance comes on my tongue
I, the songs, and the poems became companions
I was even afraid that feelings would accumulate, and no one would appreciate their value, because of their value to me
If you wrong me with your absence, my beloved, remember that time is short, and that this life will turn against you at any moment
As long as ages are spent, the end of the body becomes ashes
What is the benefit of grains of spikes, if the birds die?
اكتشاف المزيد من مُنتدى المُوسيقى و تَرجمة كلمات الأغاني
اشترك للحصول على أحدث التدوينات المرسلة إلى بريدك الإلكتروني.
