Balkans, Anatolia, Caucasus, Levant and other Middle East, Iran, Afghanistan, South Asia, occasional forays into southern Italy, Spain or eastern Europe, minorities, the nation-state and nationalism — and whatever other quirks or obsessions lurk inside my head.
From her apparently once in a lifetime performance of “Howwa Sahih” in Rabat in 1968. She repeated the famous “Nazra” ( نظرا glance, look) section — or sang forty-seven different variations on the same theme the narration says — covering practically the entire range of modes of Arab classical music; these modes or “makam” function in the same manner, though they don’t correspond exactly, as the makam of Ottoman music, the dastgah of Persian music, the raga of Hindustani classical music, and the echoi of our Greek ecclesiastic music, also do not. She improvises on one line (for those whose French needs some practice): “A glance [nazra], which I thought was a greeting [ سلام – salam ], but it passed so furtively” — with endless improvised variations and breathtaking breath control, especially at point like 2:11, that send the audience into paroxysms of ecstatic frenzy. At one point their cheering makes it impossible for her to continue, but she accepts it with her famous shy smile. I’ve looked for something that might explain the almost theological poetic importance of the glance, nazra, in Arab and Persian mystical thought, but can’t find anything.
All this is lost, sadly, on those poor souls who don’t understand the monophonic, modal chromaticism of the East, and consider it simply “insufferable wailing.”
And some more, her famous “Enta Omry,” — “You are my life” — which many connoisseurs don’t consider her best number, but which is the tune that first turned me on to her. “Anything I saw before my eyes saw you was a life wasted; how can it be counted. No… No… You are my life, and its dawn begins with your light.” from a Paris concert of 1967.
Whoever published this second concert footage added this note from Wiki:
Um Kulthum had a contralto vocal range. She can sing as low as the 2nd octave, and has the ability to sing as high as 8th octave at her vocal peak. Her remarkable ability to produce 14,000 vibrations/second with her vocal cords,unparalleled vocal strength (no commercial mic for singing can withstand its strength forcing her to stand at 1-2meter radius away, her voice’s unique breathtaking beauty over convention made her the most incomparable voice of all times .
And an old post of mine on “El Atlal” (The Ruins), which Anthony Shadid refers to so poignantly in his last book, House of Stone:A Memoir of Home, Family, and a Lost Middle Easton Amazon, and the Times‘ review, with eleven comments which give you a better sense of the translation of the Arabic original, always a point of contention:
THIS post is for a friend here in Paris, with a French translation, of a legendary concert Oum Kalthoum gave in L’Olympia theater in November 1967, where she sang what’s arguably considered her masterpiece, El Atlal, Les Ruines.
This translation issue, especially with music and poetry… People become nuts. Read the comments below. And it’s always the sticklers for most “accuracy” that end up writing the garbled, horrible translations, but they’re kind of like glosses I guess and do help out. Look below, at the comments; I’ve posted it all from Music Layoonak; Arabic Song and Translations., an otherwise really cool resource.
Ne cherche pas, mon ame, a savoir qu’est devenu l’amour
C’etait une citadelle imaginaire qui s’est effondree
Abreuve-moi et trinquons a ses ruines
Conte en mon nom l’histoire
Maintenant que mes larmes ont coule
Racont comment cet amour s’est transforme en passe et pourquoi il m’est devenu un sujet de douleur
Je ne parviens pas a t’oublier
Toi qui m’avais seduite par tes discours si doux et raffines
Tendant ta main vers moi
Comme celle que l’on tend
Par dessus l’onde, a celui qui se noie
Et comme la lumiere que recherche un errant
Mais ou est donc passe cet eclat dans tes yeux
Mon amour, j’avais eu un jour la joie de visiter ton nid
Me voici aujourd’hui oiseau solitaire, roucoulant ma douleur
Tu es devenu suffisant comme un etre capricieux et gate
Tu pratiques l’injustice comme un puissant tyranique
Mon desir de toi me brule l’ame et le temps de ton absence n’est que braises cuisantes
Donne-moi ma liberte et brise mes chaines
Je t’ai tout donne; il ne me reste plus rien
Ah! tu m’avais saigne les poignets par tes chaines
pourquoi les garderai-je alors qu’elles n’ont plus d’effet sur moi
Pourquoi croire a des promesses que tu n’as pas tenues
Je n’accepte plus ta prison
Maintenant que le Monde est a moi
Il est loin mon bien-aime seduisant, tout de fierte, de majeste, et de pudeur
Si sur de lui, comme un roi de beaute et avide de gloire
Exhalant le charme, comme la brise des vallees, agreable a vivre comme les songes de la nuit
J’ai perdu a jamais ta douce compagnie dont le charme rayonnait de splendeur pour moi
Je n’etais qu’un amour a la derive, un papillon perdu qui s’etait approche de toi
Entre nous, la passion etait notre messager et l’ami qui avait fait deborder notre coupe
Y a-t-il jamais eu plus enivres d’amour que nous?
Nous nous etions entoures de tant d’espoir
Nous avions emprunte un chemin eclaire precedes que nous etions par la joie
Nous avons ri comme seuls deux enfants savent le faire et nous avons couru encore plus vite que notre ombre
C’est quand l’ivresse nous quitta que la lucidite revint et que nous nous sommes reveilles
Mai le reveil fut sans illusion
Finis les reves d’un monde imagine, voici venir la nuit, ma seule compagne
Et puis voici la lumiere qui annonce le jour et l’aube dont le ciel s’embrase
Voila la vie reelle, telle que nous la connaissons, avec ces amants qui reprennent chacun son chemin
Toi qui veilles en oubliant les promesses, et te reveilles en t’en souvenant
Sache que lorsqu’une blessure se referme, le souvenir en fait saigner une autre
Il faut apprendre a oublier
Il faut apprendre a effacer les souvenirs
Mon bien-aime, tout est fatalite
Ce n’est pas nous qui faisons notre malheur
Un jour peut-etre nos destins se croiseront, lorsque notre desir de nous rencontrer sera assez fort
S’il arrive alors qu’un de nous renie son amant et que notre rencontre soit celle de deux etrangers
Et si chacun de nous poursuit un chemin different, ne crois pas qu’il s’agira alors de notre choix mais plutot de celui du destin.
The Ruins
My heart, don’t ask where the love has gone
It was a citadel of my imagination that has collapsed
Pour me a drink and let us drink of its ruins
And tell the story on my behalf as long as the tears flow
Tell how that love became past news
And became another story of passion
I haven’t forgotten you
And you seduced me with a sweetly-calling and tender tongue
And a hand extending towards me like a hand stretched out through the waves to a drowning person
You seduced me with the saliva (of a kiss) that a night traveler thirsts for
But where is that light in your eyes?
My darling, I visited your nest one day as a bird of desire singing my pain
You’ve become self-important, spoiled and capricious
And you inflict harm like a powerful tyrant
And my longing for you cauterized my ribs (soul or insides)
And the waiting was like embers in my blood
Give me my freedom, release my hands
Indeed, I’ve given you yours and did not try to retain anything
Ah, your chains have bloodied my wrists
I haven’t kept then nor have they spared me
Why do I keep promises that you do not honor?
When will this captivity end, when the world is before us?
He is far away, my enchanting love
Full of pride, majesty and delicacy
Sure-footed walking like an angel with oppressive beauty and rapacious glory
Redolent of charm like the breeze of the hills
Pleasant to experience like the night’s dreams
I’ve lost forever the charm of your company that radiated brilliantly
I, wandering in love, a bewildered butterfly, approached you
And between us, desire was a messenger and drinking companion that presented the cup to us
Had love seen two as intoxicated as us?
So much hope we had built up around us
And we walked in the moonlit path, joy skipping along ahead of us
And we laughed like two children together
And we ran and raced our shadows
And we became aware after the euphoria and woke up
If only we did not awaken
Wakefulness ruined the dreams of slumber
The night came and the night became my only friend
And then the light was an omen of the sunrise and the dawn was towering over like a conflagration
And then the world was as we know it, with each lover in their own path
Oh sleepless one who slumbers and remembers the promise when you wake up
Know that if a wound begins to recover another wound crops up with the memory
So learn to forget and learn to erase it
My darling everything is fated
It is not by our hands that we make our misfortune
Perhaps one day our fates will cross when our desire to meet is strong enough
For if one friend denies the other and we meet as strangers
And if each of us follows his or her own way
Don’t say it was by our own will
But rather, the will of fate.
الأطلال
يا فؤادي لا تسل أين الهوى كان صرحا من خيال فهوى
اسقني واشرب على أطلاله واروعني طالما الدمع روى
كيف ذاك الحب أمسى خبرا وحديثا من أحاديث الهوى
لست أنساك وقد أغريتني بفم عذب المنادة رقيق ويد
تمد نحوي كيد من خلال الموج مدت لغريق وبريق يظمأ
الساري له أين في عينيك نياك البريق ياحبيبا زرت يوما
أيكه طائر الشوق أغنى ألمي لك إبطاء المذل المنعم وتجني
القادر المحتكم و حنيني لك يكوي أضلعي والتواني جمرات
في دمي أعطني حريتي أطلق يدي ا إنني أعطيتك ما استبقيت
شيئا آه من قيدك أدمى معصمي لم أبقيه وما أبقى عليا
ما احتفاظي بعهود لم تصنها وإلام الأسر والدنيا لد يا أين من
عيني حبيب ساحر فيه عز وجلال وحياء واثق الخطوة يمشي
ملكا ظالم الحسن شهي الكبرياء عبق السحر كأنفاس الربى
ساهم الطرف كأحلام المساء أين مني مجلس أنت به فتنتة تمت
سناء وسنى وأنا حب و قلب هائم وفراش حائر منك دنا ومن
الشوق رسول بيننا ونديم قدم الكاس لنا هل رأى الحب سكارى
مثلنا كم بنينا من خيال حولنا ومشينا في طريق مقمر تثب
الفرحة فبه قلبنا وضحكنا ضحك طفلين معا وعدونا فسبقنا ظلنا
وانتبهنا بعد ما زال الرحيق وأفقنا ليت أنا لانفبق يقظة
طاحت بأحلام الكرى وتولى الليل والليل صديق وإذا النور
نذير طالع وإذا الفجر مطال كالحريق وإذا الدنيا كما تعرفها
وإذ ا الأحباب كل فب طريق أيها الساهر تغفو تذكر العهد
وتصحو وإذا ما الأم جرح جد بالتذكار جرح فتعلم كيف
تنيى وتعلم كيف تمحو يا حبيبي كل شيء بقضاء ما بأيدينا
خلقنا تعساء ربما تجمعنا أقدارنا ذات يوم بعدما عز اللقاء فإذا
انكر خل خله وتلاقينا لقاء الغرباء ومضى كل إلى غايته لاتقل
شئنا فإن الحظ شاء
Thanks very much for the hard work, this web site in general is a fantastic project. I had some suggestions for emendations to the translation. “Water me and let me drink of its ruins” should be “Give me to drink (wine), and drink (imperative) to the ruins.” “And became a matter of the subject of pain” “it became another story of passion”
“and alight searching for a wanderer” = “[you seduced me with] the saliva (from a kiss, a very common image in Arabic poetry) that the night-traveler (another common image) thirsts for”“The moments were embers” should be “The procrastination (or dallying or something) was embers”“Why are they still there etc.)”
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“I haven’t kept her/them (either the beloved or the chains i’m not sure) nor have they spared me.” Ie the meaning is of having lost absolutely everything.“Ive had it with this prison etc.” “How much more (ila ma) captivity, when the world is before us?”“Sure footed walking like a king” king should be “angel”breeze of valleys should be breeze of the hills.
What a great blog. Thank you ever so much for all your hard work. I am able to share our wonderful poetry with my non-Arab friends. Keep up the good work. Thanks again.
Great effort, however, unfortunately I have to rate the translation a little below the expectation – for good reasons.
1. the poem itself (original) differs – albeit slightly – from the lyrics as she sings them
2. Some punctuations are altered giving a completely different meaning to the original poem – hence, you lose the real meaning of the poem.I am happy to point those out or to even provide you with an alternative translation “with an explanation” if you would like.. Just let me know.
I have had this piece of music for a long time and am enchanted by it’s expressivity and gravity but as a non arabic speaker was always super curious as to what she was singing about that drove the masses so mad with adulation. Now I know, thank you very much….
I havent finished my comment….. I listened to the song when I was a kid as my father loved it. I can sing the song without understanding the meaning but the music can tell that the lyric has strong and deep meaning. Thanks a lot
THIS post is for a friend here in Paris, with a French translation, of a legendary concert Oum Kalthoum gave in L’Olympia theater in November 1967, where she sang what’s arguably considered her masterpiece, El Atlal, Les Ruines.
This translation issue, especially with music and poetry… People become nuts. Read the comments below. And it’s always the sticklers for most “accuracy” that end up writing the garbled, horrible translations, but they’re kind of like glosses I guess and do help out. Look below, if you want to bother, at the bickering; I’ve posted it all from Music Layoonak; Arabic Song and Translations., an otherwise really cool resource.
Ne cherche pas, mon ame, a savoir qu’est devenu l’amour C’etait une citadelle imaginaire qui s’est effondree Abreuve-moi et trinquons a ses ruines Conte en mon nom l’histoire Maintenant que mes larmes ont coule Racont comment cet amour s’est transforme en passe et pourquoi il m’est devenu un sujet de douleur Je ne parviens pas a t’oublier Toi qui m’avais seduite par tes discours si doux et raffines Tendant ta main vers moi Comme celle que l’on tend Par dessus l’onde, a celui qui se noie Et comme la lumiere que recherche un errant Mais ou est donc passe cet eclat dans tes yeux Mon amour, j’avais eu un jour la joie de visiter ton nid Me voici aujourd’hui oiseau solitaire, roucoulant ma douleur Tu es devenu suffisant comme un etre capricieux et gate Tu pratiques l’injustice comme un puissant tyranique Mon desir de toi me brule l’ame et le temps de ton absence n’est que braises cuisantes
Donne-moi ma liberte et brise mes chaines Je t’ai tout donne; il ne me reste plus rien Ah! tu m’avais saigne les poignets par tes chaines pourquoi les garderai-je alors qu’elles n’ont plus d’effet sur moi Pourquoi croire a des promesses que tu n’as pas tenues Je n’accepte plus ta prison Maintenant que le Monde est a moi Il est loin mon bien-aime seduisant, tout de fierte, de majeste, et de pudeur Si sur de lui, comme un roi de beaute et avide de gloire Exhalant le charme, comme la brise des vallees, agreable a vivre comme les songes de la nuit J’ai perdu a jamais ta douce compagnie dont le charme rayonnait de splendeur pour moi Je n’etais qu’un amour a la derive, un papillon perdu qui s’etait approche de toi Entre nous, la passion etait notre messager et l’ami qui avait fait deborder notre coupe Y a-t-il jamais eu plus enivres d’amour que nous? Nous nous etions entoures de tant d’espoir Nous avions emprunte un chemin eclaire precedes que nous etions par la joie Nous avons ri comme seuls deux enfants savent le faire et nous avons couru encore plus vite que notre ombre C’est quand l’ivresse nous quitta que la lucidite revint et que nous nous sommes reveilles Mai le reveil fut sans illusion Finis les reves d’un monde imagine, voici venir la nuit, ma seule compagne
Et puis voici la lumiere qui annonce le jour et l’aube dont le ciel s’embrase Voila la vie reelle, telle que nous la connaissons, avec ces amants qui reprennent chacun son chemin Toi qui veilles en oubliant les promesses, et te reveilles en t’en souvenant Sache que lorsqu’une blessure se referme, le souvenir en fait saigner une autre Il faut apprendre a oublier Il faut apprendre a effacer les souvenirs Mon bien-aime, tout est fatalite Ce n’est pas nous qui faisons notre malheur
Un jour peut-etre nos destins se croiseront, lorsque notre desir de nous rencontrer sera assez fort S’il arrive alors qu’un de nous renie son amant et que notre rencontre soit celle de deux etrangers Et si chacun de nous poursuit un chemin different, ne crois pas qu’il s’agira alors de notre choix mais plutot de celui du destin.
The Ruins
My heart, don’t ask where the love has gone It was a citadel of my imagination that has collapsed Pour me a drink and let us drink of its ruins And tell the story on my behalf as long as the tears flow Tell how that love became past news And became another story of passion I haven’t forgotten you And you seduced me with a sweetly-calling and tender tongue And a hand extending towards me like a hand stretched out through the waves to a drowning person You seduced me with the saliva (of a kiss) that a night traveler thirsts for But where is that light in your eyes? My darling, I visited your nest one day as a bird of desire singing my pain You’ve become self-important, spoiled and capricious And you inflict harm like a powerful tyrant And my longing for you cauterized my ribs (soul or insides) And the waiting was like embers in my blood Give me my freedom, release my hands Indeed, I’ve given you yours and did not try to retain anything Ah, your chains have bloodied my wrists I haven’t kept then nor have they spared me Why do I keep promises that you do not honor? When will this captivity end, when the world is before us? He is far away, my enchanting love Full of pride, majesty and delicacy Sure-footed walking like an angel with oppressive beauty and rapacious glory Redolent of charm like the breeze of the hills Pleasant to experience like the night’s dreams I’ve lost forever the charm of your company that radiated brilliantly I, wandering in love, a bewildered butterfly, approached you And between us, desire was a messenger and drinking companion that presented the cup to us Had love seen two as intoxicated as us? So much hope we had built up around us And we walked in the moonlit path, joy skipping along ahead of us And we laughed like two children together And we ran and raced our shadows And we became aware after the euphoria and woke up If only we did not awaken Wakefulness ruined the dreams of slumber The night came and the night became my only friend And then the light was an omen of the sunrise and the dawn was towering over like a conflagration And then the world was as we know it, with each lover in their own path Oh sleepless one who slumbers and remembers the promise when you wake up Know that if a wound begins to recover another wound crops up with the memory So learn to forget and learn to erase it My darling everything is fated It is not by our hands that we make our misfortune Perhaps one day our fates will cross when our desire to meet is strong enough For if one friend denies the other and we meet as strangers And if each of us follows his or her own way Don’t say it was by our own will But rather, the will of fate.
الأطلال
يا فؤادي لا تسل أين الهوى كان صرحا من خيال فهوى اسقني واشرب على أطلاله واروعني طالما الدمع روى كيف ذاك الحب أمسى خبرا وحديثا من أحاديث الهوى لست أنساك وقد أغريتني بفم عذب المنادة رقيق ويد تمد نحوي كيد من خلال الموج مدت لغريق وبريق يظمأ الساري له أين في عينيك نياك البريق ياحبيبا زرت يوما أيكه طائر الشوق أغنى ألمي لك إبطاء المذل المنعم وتجني القادر المحتكم و حنيني لك يكوي أضلعي والتواني جمرات في دمي أعطني حريتي أطلق يدي ا إنني أعطيتك ما استبقيت شيئا آه من قيدك أدمى معصمي لم أبقيه وما أبقى عليا ما احتفاظي بعهود لم تصنها وإلام الأسر والدنيا لد يا أين من عيني حبيب ساحر فيه عز وجلال وحياء واثق الخطوة يمشي ملكا ظالم الحسن شهي الكبرياء عبق السحر كأنفاس الربى ساهم الطرف كأحلام المساء أين مني مجلس أنت به فتنتة تمت سناء وسنى وأنا حب و قلب هائم وفراش حائر منك دنا ومن الشوق رسول بيننا ونديم قدم الكاس لنا هل رأى الحب سكارى مثلنا كم بنينا من خيال حولنا ومشينا في طريق مقمر تثب الفرحة فبه قلبنا وضحكنا ضحك طفلين معا وعدونا فسبقنا ظلنا وانتبهنا بعد ما زال الرحيق وأفقنا ليت أنا لانفبق يقظة طاحت بأحلام الكرى وتولى الليل والليل صديق وإذا النور نذير طالع وإذا الفجر مطال كالحريق وإذا الدنيا كما تعرفها وإذ ا الأحباب كل فب طريق أيها الساهر تغفو تذكر العهد وتصحو وإذا ما الأم جرح جد بالتذكار جرح فتعلم كيف تنيى وتعلم كيف تمحو يا حبيبي كل شيء بقضاء ما بأيدينا خلقنا تعساء ربما تجمعنا أقدارنا ذات يوم بعدما عز اللقاء فإذا انكر خل خله وتلاقينا لقاء الغرباء ومضى كل إلى غايته لاتقل شئنا فإن الحظ شاء
Thanks very much for the hard work, this web site in general is a fantastic project. I had some suggestions for emendations to the translation. “Water me and let me drink of its ruins” should be “Give me to drink (wine), and drink (imperative) to the ruins.” “And became a matter of the subject of pain” “it became another story of passion” “and alight searching for a wanderer” = “[you seduced me with] the saliva (from a kiss, a very common image in Arabic poetry) that the night-traveler (another common image) thirsts for”“The moments were embers” should be “The procrastination (or dallying or something) was embers”“Why are they still there etc.)” = “I haven’t kept her/them (either the beloved or the chains i’m not sure) nor have they spared me.” Ie the meaning is of having lost absolutely everything.“Ive had it with this prison etc.” “How much more (ila ma) captivity, when the world is before us?”“Sure footed walking like a king” king should be “angel”breeze of valleys should be breeze of the hills.
What a great blog. Thank you ever so much for all your hard work. I am able to share our wonderful poetry with my non-Arab friends. Keep up the good work. Thanks again.
Great effort, however, unfortunately I have to rate the translation a little below the expectation – for good reasons. 1. the poem itself (original) differs – albeit slightly – from the lyrics as she sings them 2. Some punctuations are altered giving a completely different meaning to the original poem – hence, you lose the real meaning of the poem.I am happy to point those out or to even provide you with an alternative translation “with an explanation” if you would like.. Just let me know.
I have had this piece of music for a long time and am enchanted by it’s expressivity and gravity but as a non arabic speaker was always super curious as to what she was singing about that drove the masses so mad with adulation. Now I know, thank you very much….
I havent finished my comment….. I listened to the song when I was a kid as my father loved it. I can sing the song without understanding the meaning but the music can tell that the lyric has strong and deep meaning. Thanks a lot
From Washington Post: “The Middle East and North Africa suffer the world’s highest depression rates, according to a new study by researchers at Australia’s University of Queensland — and it’s costing people in the region years off their lives.”
Aside from the real conditions that might explain this — real conditions — there are some really big questions though on what depression means to people. Is ‘sadness’ or Freudian ‘melancholy’ a recognized cultural trait in these regions, a way of seeing life, even an aesthetic sensibility and not at all a debilitating force? perhaps even an empowering one? Because then we’re talking about an entirely different set of issues that I think this study may have missed.
An American will always tell you his life is going great, no? Meanwhile, we have Oum Kalthoum. And if you want to find a suite like her stunning “El Atlal” a marker of depression, you’ve got the whole culture/s wrong. And I did not use the word “empowerment” above lightly; when you’ve seen how the public reacts in footage like this, or at a South Asian or Afghan poetry session, or even in the ritualized grieving at a funeral in Epiros, you’ll see that the participants are not ‘debilitated’ or ‘depressed’ in the least by the emotional mood that’s generated — quite the opposite.
(Note: again, as with all this music, this is a suite, with a musical narrative structure essential to appreciating it; not a 2:30 CD track. When you have the time, give it a chance as a whole piece. And she was such a brilliant performer… Here’s a go-to site for translation of Arab music: Arabic Music Translation)
My heart, don’t ask where the love has gone It was a citadel of my imagination that has collapsed Pour me a drink and let us drink of its ruins And tell the story on my behalf as long as the tears flow Tell how that love became past news And became another story of passion I haven’t forgotten you And you seduced me with a sweetly-calling and tender tongue And a hand extending towards me like a hand stretched out through the waves to a drowning person You seduced me with the saliva (of a kiss) that a night traveler thirsts for But where is that light in your eyes? My darling, I visited your nest one day as a bird of desire singing my pain You’ve become self-important, spoiled and capricious And you inflict harm like a powerful tyrant And my longing for you cauterized my ribs (soul or insides) And the waiting was like embers in my blood Give me my freedom, release my hands Indeed, I’ve given you yours and did not try to retain anything Ah, your chains have bloodied my wrists I haven’t kept then nor have they spared me Why do I keep promises that you do not honor? When will this captivity end, when the world is before us? He is far away, my enchanting love Full of pride, majesty and delicacy Sure-footed walking like an angel with oppressive beauty and rapacious glory Redolent of charm like the breeze of the hills Pleasant to experience like the night’s dreams I’ve lost forever the charm of your company that radiated brilliantly I, wandering in love, a bewildered butterfly, approached you And between us, desire was a messenger and drinking companion that presented the cup to us Had love seen two as intoxicated as us? So much hope we had built up around us And we walked in the moonlit path, joy skipping along ahead of us And we laughed like two children together And we ran and raced our shadows And we became aware after the euphoria and woke up If only we did not awaken Wakefulness ruined the dreams of slumber The night came and the night became my only friend And then the light was an omen of the sunrise and the dawn was towering over like a conflagration And then the world was as we know it, with each lover in their own path Oh sleepless one who slumbers and remembers the promise when you wake up Know that if a wound begins to recover another wound crops up with the memory So learn to forget and learn to erase it My darling everything is fated It is not by our hands that we make our misfortune Perhaps one day our fates will cross when our desire to meet is strong enough For if one friend denies the other and we meet as strangers And if each of us follows his or her own way Don’t say it was by our own will But rather, the will of fate.
Al Atlal (الأطلال)
شعر: إبراهيم ناجي غناء: أم كلثوم ألحان: رياض السنباطي يا فؤادي لا تسل أين الهوى كان صرحاً من خيالٍ فهوى اسقني واشرب على أطلاله وأروي عني طالما الدمع روى كيف ذاك الحب أمسى خبراً وحديثاً من أحاديث الجوى
لست أنساك وقد أغريتني بفم عذب المناداة رقيق ويدٍ تمتد نحوي كيدٍ من خلال الموج مدت لغريق وبريق يظمأ الساري له أين في عينيك ذياك البريق
يا حبيباً زرت يوماً أيكه طائر الشوق أغني ألمي لك إبطاء المذل المنعم وتجلي القادر المحتكم وحنيني لك يكوي أضلعي والثواني جمرات في دمي
أعطني حريتي أطلق يديا إنني أعطيت ما استبقيت شيئا آه من قيدك معصمي لم أبقيه فما أبقى عليا ما احتفاظي بعهود لم تصنها وإلام الأسر والدنيا لديا
أين من عيني حبيبي ساحر فيه عزُ وجلال وحياء واثق الخطوة يمشي ملكاً ظالم الحسن شجي الكبرياء عبق السحر كأنفاس الربا تائه الطرف كأحلام المساء أين مني مجلسٌ أنت به فتنة…. س…وس.. ها أنا حب وقلب هائمٌ وفراشٌ حائرٌ….من كذا….
ومن الشوق رسولٌ بيننا ونديمٌ قدم الكاس لنا هل رأى الحب سكارى مثلنا كم بنينا من خيالٍ حولنا ومشينا في طريقٍ مقمرٍ تجد الفرحة فيه قبلنا وضحكنا ضحك طفلين معاً وعدونا فسبقنا ظلنا
وانتبهنا بعدما زال الرحيل وأفقنا ليت أنا لا نفيق يقظة طاحت بأحلام الكرى وتولى الليل والليل صديق وإذا النور نذير طالع وإذا الفجر مطلٌ كالحريق وإذا الدنيا كما نعرفها وإذا الأحباب كلٌ في طريق
أيها الساهر تغفو تذكر العهد وتصحو وإذا ما التئم جرح جد بالتذكار جرح فتعلم كيف تنسى وتعلم كيف تمحو
يا حبيبي كل شيء بقضاء ما بأيدينا خلقنا ضعفاء ربما تجمعنا أقدارنا ذات يوم بعدما عز اللقاء فإذا أنكر خلٌ خله وتلاقينا لقاء الغرباء ومضى كلٌ إلى غايته لا تقل شئنا فإن الحظ شاء فإن الحظ شاء فإن الحق شاء
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Me, I'm Nicholas Bakos, a.k.a. "NikoBako." I'm Greek (Roman really, but when I say that in English some five people in the world today understand what I'm talking about, so I use "Greek" for shorthand). I'm from New York. I live all over the place these days. The rest should become obvious from the blog.
AC said…
If one wants to know what classical Arabic music is about, there’s no better example than this song “Al-Atlaal”. Thanks
Jewaira said…
Fanus Ramadan said…
“and alight searching for a wanderer” = “[you seduced me with] the saliva (from a kiss, a very common image in Arabic poetry) that the night-traveler (another common image) thirsts for”“The moments were embers” should be “The procrastination (or dallying or something) was embers”“Why are they still there etc.)”
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“I haven’t kept her/them (either the beloved or the chains i’m not sure) nor have they spared me.” Ie the meaning is of having lost absolutely everything.“Ive had it with this prison etc.” “How much more (ila ma) captivity, when the world is before us?”“Sure footed walking like a king” king should be “angel”breeze of valleys should be breeze of the hills.
Chris said…
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Op! said…
1. the poem itself (original) differs – albeit slightly – from the lyrics as she sings them
2. Some punctuations are altered giving a completely different meaning to the original poem – hence, you lose the real meaning of the poem.I am happy to point those out or to even provide you with an alternative translation “with an explanation” if you would like.. Just let me know.
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