Tag Archives: Lebanon

Ba3dana – Fairuz

بَعْدَنا، مَنْ يَقْصِدُ الكُرُومْ؟
after us, who will walk up to the orchards
مَنْ يَمْلأُ السِّلالْ، مَنْ يَقْطِفُ الدَّوالي؟
?who will fill the basket, who will harvest the grapes
بَعْدَنا هَلْ تَنْزِلُ النُّيُومْ؟
?after us will the stars fall
تَلْهُو عَلَى التِّلالْ فِي هَدْأَةِ الليَالي؟
?will they play on the mountains in the tranquility of the night

فِي سَفْحِنَا العِرْزَالْ يَرِفُّ سِحْرِيَّ الغُصُونْ
at the foot of the mountain lies a hut, glitters with its magical branches
وَسَاحَةُ الأَظْلَالْ فِي شَجْوِهَا طِيبٌ حَنُونْ
and the open field of the shadows, in its anxiousness a tender goodness

أَرْضُنَا هُنَا وَرَبَعُنَا وَحَيْثُ هِمْنَا وانْتَشَيْنَا
here is our land and our homes, and here we wandered feeling ecstasy
سِحْرُهَا لَنَا وَحُلْمُنَا فَإِنْ رَحَلْنَا وَمَضَيْنَا
her magic is for us, and our dreams, whether we leave or we go  

A’tini al-nay – Fairuz / أعطني الناي – فيروز

أَعطِني النَّايَ وغَنِّ فَالغِنا سِرُّ الوُجود
give me the flute and sing, for song is the secret to existence
وأَنينُ النَّيِ يَبْقى بَعْدَ أنْ يَفْنى الوُجود
and the moan of the flute remains, after existence comes to an end

هل آتَّخَذْتَ الغَابَ مِثلي مَنزِلًا دُونَ القُصور
have you taken like me, the forest, as abode without the palaces
وتَتَبَّعتَ السَّواقي وتَسَلَّقْتَ الصُّخُورْ
and followed the brooks, and climbed the rocks

هل تَحَمَّمْتَ بعِطرٍ وتَنَشَّفْتَ بِنُور
have you bathed in fragrance, and dried yourself with light
وشَرِبتَ الفَجرَ خَمرًا في كُؤُوسٍ مِن أَثير
and have you drank dawn as wine, from glasses made of ether

أَعطِني النَّايَ وغَنِّ فَالغِنا خَيرُ الصَّلاة
give me the flute and sing, for song is better than prayer
وأَنينُ النَّايِ يَبقى بَعدَ أنْ تَفنى الحَياة
and the moan of the flute remains, after life perishes

هل جَلَسْتَ العَصرَ مثلي بَينَ جَفْناتِ العِنَبْ
have you, like me, rested in the afternoon, between the grapevines
والعَناقبدُ تَدَلَّتْ كَثُريَّاتِ الذَّهَب
and the clusters of grapes dangles, like golden chandeliers

هل فَرَشْتَ العُشْبَ لَيلًا وتَلَحَّفْتَ الفَضاء
have you covered the grass at night, and wrapped yourself with space
زاهِدًا في ما سَيأتي ناسًيا ما قَدْ مَضى
unconcerned of what  shall come, forgetting that which has passed

أَعطِني النَّيى وغَنِّ وانْسَ داءً ودواء
give me the flute and sing, and forget distress and cure
إنَّما النَّاسُ سُطورٌ كُتِبَتْ لٰكِن بِماء
for people are just like lines, written, but with water

(كلمات جبران خليل جبران)