Paroles et traduction Fairuz - Sakana Elleil

Sakana Elleil

سَكَنَ الليلْ وفي ثوب السكونْ . تَخْتَبِي الأحلامْ
وَسَعَى البدرْ وللبدرِ عُيُونْ . تَرْصُدُ الأيامْ
فَتَعَالَيْ يا ابْنَةَ الحقلِ نَزَورْ . كَرْمَةَ العُشَّاقْ
عَلَّنا نُطْفِي بِذَيَّاكَ العَصِيرْ . حُرْقَةَ الأشْواقْ
إسْمَعي البُلْبُلَ ما بين الحُقولْ . يَسْكُبُ الألحانْ
في فضاءٍ نَفَخَتْ فيهِ التُلُولْ . نَسْمَةَ الرَيْحَانْ
لا تَخَافِي يا فَتَاتِي فالنُجومْ . تَكْتُمُ الأخبارْ
وضبابُ الليلْ في تِلْكَ الكُرومْ . يَحْجُبُ الأسرارْ
لا تخافي فَعَرُوسُ الجِنِّ في . كَهْفِها المَسحورْ
هَجَعَتْ سَكْرَى كادتْ تَخْتَفي . عن عُيُونِ الحُوْرْ
وَمَلِيكُ الجِنِّ إِنْ مَرَّ يَرُوحْ . والهوى يَثْنِيهْ
فَهْوَ مِثْلِي عاشقٌ كيفَ يَبُوحْ . بالذي يُضْنِيهْ
سَكَنَ الليلْ وفي ثوب السكونْ . تَخْتَبِي الأحلامْ
وَسَعَى البدرْ وللبدرِ عُيُونْ . تَرْصُدُ الأيامْ
فَتَعَالَيْ يا ابْنَةَ الحقلِ نَزَورْ . كَرْمَةَ العُشَّاقْ
عَلَّنا نُطْفِي بِذَيَّاكَ العَصِيرْ . حُرْقَةَ الأشْواقْ
إسْمَعي البُلْبُلَ ما بين الحُقولْ . يَسْكُبُ الألحانْ
في فضاءٍ نَفَخَتْ فيهِ التُلُولْ . نَسْمَةَ الرَيْحَانْ
لا تَخَافِي يا فَتَاتِي فالنُجومْ . تَكْتُمُ الأخبارْ
وضبابُ الليلْ في تِلْكَ الكُرومْ . يَحْجُبُ الأسرارْ
لا تخافي فَعَرُوسُ الجِنِّ في . كَهْفِها المَسحورْ
هَجَعَتْ سَكْرَى كادتْ تَخْتَفي . عن عُيُونِ الحُوْرْ
وَمَلِيكُ الجِنِّ إِنْ مَرَّ يَرُوحْ . والهوى يَثْنِيهْ
فَهْوَ مِثْلِي عاشقٌ كيفَ يَبُوحْ . بالذي يُضْنِيهْ

The night has fallen

The night has fallen in the robe of tranquility. Dreams hide away.
The moon has risen with its watchful eyes. Observing the days.
Come, my country girl! Let us visit the vineyard of lovers.
Perhaps we can quench the burning passion with that juice.
Hark! The nightingale pours forth melodies from the fields.
In the atmosphere where the hills have breathed, the scent of basil.
Fear not, my girl, the stars conceal the news.
The mist of the night in those vineyards blocks out secrets.
Fear not, for the bride of the jinn is in her enchanted cave.
She has fallen into a drunken slumber and almost disappeared from the eyes of the houris.
Even if the king of the jinn passes by in the evening, passion detains him.
For he is a lover like me, how can he reveal what torments him?
The night has fallen in the robe of tranquility. Dreams hide away.
The moon has risen with its watchful eyes. Observing the days.
Come, my country girl! Let us visit the vineyard of lovers.
Perhaps we can quench the burning passion with that juice.
Hark! The nightingale pours forth melodies from the fields.
In the atmosphere where the hills have breathed, the scent of basil.
Fear not, my girl, the stars conceal the news.
The mist of the night in those vineyards blocks out secrets.
Fear not, for the bride of the jinn is in her enchanted cave.
She has fallen into a drunken slumber and almost disappeared from the eyes of the houris.
Even if the king of the jinn passes by in the evening, passion detains him.
For he is a lover like me, how can he reveal what torments him?