صحيت فى يوم بدري بلبل جي صحاني
I woke up early one day A nightingale came to wake me
صحيت في يوم بدري
بُلبل جي صحّاني
واقف على حِجري
غَرِد بألحاني
سلّمت ليه أمري
وتركـت أحلامي
خَدنـي جمال صوته
وانا وحدي وحداني
بحنان لامس ريشه
خليك يا فنّاني
ولا فيه بيوم تجري
وتسيبني بنعاني
قالي السلام سيرتي
ولا فيه غُنا تاني
إن سيبت حريتي
أصلي... وعنواني
وقولتله بشوقك
تذهب... وعود تاني
أكتب كلام أجمل
من شوقي ليك تاني
لكن الأمان عهدي
ترجعلي يوم تاني
وتسيبني أنام واصحى
فاكر لأحلامي
I woke up early one day
A nightingale came to wake me
Standing on my lap
Singing my melodies
I surrendered to him,
Leaving behind my dreams
His voice took me away
And I was left alone, lonely
Gently, his feathers touched
"Stay, oh artist," he whispered
Never to run away again
Leaving me in sorrow
He said, "My peace is my story,
And no other song is here
If I lose my freedom,**
That is my essence, my legacy."
I told him with longing,
"Leave, take your promises away
I’ll write words more beautiful
Than the longing I feel for you."
But my promise is my safety,
"Return to me another day
Let me sleep and wake up,
Remembering my dreams."
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رحله مع اصحابي
راودني تفكيري × في رحله مع أصحابي نمشي ونتفسّح × نفرح في أعيادي إجازة جت قدّام × والبحر ليه احلام ونقول نروح نصطاد × ونُمُْرعلى الوادي مركب وسِنّارة × أو شبكة الصيّاد نحلم ونستبشر × والخير من الأمجاد لكن لقينا الريح × غيّر مواعيدنا والرحلة اجلنا × رجعت مراكبنا قالوا البديل موجود × نزور حضارتنا نتأمل التاريخ × ونعيش زمان مفقود ونشوف بلاد وفنون × ونلعب الألعاب والليل بيشملنا × شعر وغنا ورباب نسهر ونتسامر × وضَحكات من الأحباب وقمر ينورنا × والفرحة في الألباب وهناك قابلنا الناس × سٌياح من الآفاق جُم للبلاد سُياح × مُتعَه وكمان إعجاب حكينلهم القصه × وكمان بقينا أصحاب رحله ملاها الحب × وروح بلا أبواب 🎶 Thought came to me, let’s go, just me and my crew Walkin’ and laughin’ — holidays feelin’ new 🎉 Vacation time is here × the sea is dreamin’ clear We said: Let’s fish today × and pass the valley near A boat and a fishing rod × or a net from an old-time cod We dream and we feel so bright × good luck is sent from God But then the winds blew strong × the timing all went wrong Our trip got pushed away × our boats returned to bay They said: “There’s more to do! Let’s see what’s old and true!” Explore our ancient lands × and feel the past shine through We saw the arts, the sights × we played through days and nights And when the stars would shine × we sang in soft moonlight We laughed, we stayed up late × with joy we celebrate The moon would light our way × and hearts would radiate And there, we met some friends × tourists from distant lands They came with open hearts × and joy that understands We shared with them our tale × and friendship set its sail A trip so full of love × no walls, no chain, no jail
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
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