الشعر ديوان - Abu Baker Salem feat. بلقيس traduction en anglais

الشعر ديوان

الشعر ديوان ماضي عرفنا والاداه
التي كانت توضح لنا عاداتها
دايم من يكتبـه يتمنى من قراه
التبحر في القصيده عبر كلماتها

والشعر ديوان ماضي عرفنا والاداه
التي كانت توضح لنا عاداتها
دايم من يكتبه يتمنى من قراه
التبحر في القصيده عبر كلماتها

ما سلام ما قلتها اطماع وشهره من وراه
قلتها داوي جروح البشر واهاتها
كيف يطمح فيه واحد ذكر جده واباه
صنعت مكانته من عضل وقفاتها

الشعر ديوان ماضي عرفنا والاداه
التي كانت توضح لنا عاداتها
دايم من يكتبه يتمنى من قراه
التبحر في القصيده عبر كلماتها

ليس مثل قصيده ترفع مستواه
لو من المرجان واللؤلؤ صيغت ابياتها
كم صغير بالعمر وصل للعالم لباه
وصادم بهامته ناس لها هاماتها

بالمكارم تصنع اسمه من افواه الرواة
وغيره اصنع حسب داخل عقاراتها
لو عمينا العين وش لون، وش لون
نكتم كل فاه والعرب أكثر ما فيها عدد روادها

والربيع الي تناساه ربيعه ويش بلاه
غرته دنياه يوم اكثرت لذاتها
لا الصديق المصديق يتحمل له خطاه
والاصدقاء مع بعضها حسب نياتها

الشعر ديوان ماضيعرفنا والاداه
التي كانت توضح لنا عاداتها
دايم من يكتبه يتمنى من قراه
التبحر في القصيده عبر كلماتها

والبني ادم كل واحد حسب ما الله عطاه
سيئات الناس ماهي مثل حسناتها
والدول مع بعضها لو يصير اشتباه
التقدم مصلحتها على ازماتها

كم نصحته والنصيحه من المسلم لخاه
وقلت له يا خلها ولا هاتها
وإن بعت الود و الود من باعه شراه
وعرفت مشاعر الناس من، من، من نظراتها

السؤال الي يراودني على كل الدجى
عند مثلك سلعة الطيب كم دفعاتها
لا تحسب الكل جافي بكت عيني جفا
لي مقاماتي وللناس مقاماتها

شخص من غلى بعده تشتت الانتباه
وشخص لا من غاب نفسك تحس بذاتها
ناس نبيكها انا وهي على قيد الحياه
وناس ما يأثر علينا خبر وفاتها

الشعر ديوان ماضي عرفنا والاداه
التي، التي كانت توضح لنا عاداتها
دايم من يكتبه يتمنى من قراه
التبحر في القصيده عبر كلماتها

The Poem is a Divan

The poem is a divan of our past and our tool
that has always shown us its customs
He who writes it always hopes that its readers
will delve into the poem through its words

The poem is a divan of our past and our tool
that has always shown us its customs
He who writes it always hopes that its readers
will delve into the poem through its words

What is not a wish, a longing for fame
I have said it to heal the wounds of the people and their cries
How can anyone aspire to it who mentions his grandfather and his father
He has made his place from his muscle and his stances

The poem is a divan of our past and our tool
that has always shown us its customs
He who writes it always hopes that its readers
will delve into the poem through its words

There is no poem like raising his level
Even if its verses were made of coral and pearls
How many young people have reached the world's attention
And have shocked those who have the highest positions

With his good deeds, he makes his name from the mouths of narrators
And others make it according to what is inside their dwellings
If our eyes were blinded, how would we
Gag every mouth, when the Arabs have the most number of visitors

And the spring that my spring forgot, what is wrong with it
The world deceived it when it increased its pleasures
Not even his closest friend can bear his mistakes
And friends with each other according to their intentions

The poem is a divan of our past and our tool
that has always shown us its customs
He who writes it always hopes that its readers
will delve into the poem through its words

Every person is given according to what God has given him
People's bad deeds are not like their good deeds
And no matter how much countries become confused
Their progress is more important than their crises

How many times have I advised him, and advice is from a Muslim to his brother
And I told him to either keep it or leave it
And if you sell love, then he who sells it will buy it
And I know the feelings of people from their, from their, from their looks

The question that haunts me all night long
How many times have you paid for your kindness
Do not think that everyone is harsh, my eyes cried of harshness
I have my own positions and people have their own positions

A person whose distance has caused a lot of distraction
And a person whose absence makes you feel yourself
Some people we want alive
And some people's news of death does not affect us

The poem is a divan of our past and our tool
that, that has always shown us its customs
He who writes it always hopes that its readers
will delve into the poem through its words