Paroles et traduction Ghada Shbeir - Qossat Hobb

Qossat Hobb

هتَفَ الحبُّ وأغرى بي الهَوى فتَذَكَّرتُ لقاءً مُذْ سِنينْ
كانَ قلبي طائراً مُرْتعِشا في حنايا الصَّدرِ يهفو للقَرينْ
هتَفَ الحبُّ وأغرى بي الهَوى فتَذَكَّرتُ لقاءً مُذْ سِنينْ
كانَ قلبي طائراً مُرْتعِشا في حنايا الصَّدرِ يهفو للقَرينْ

ورمالٍ قد جَلَسنا حولَها نرقُبُ الفجرَ وعِطرَ الياسَمينْ
ورمالٍ قد جَلَسنا حولَها نرقُبُ الفجرَ وعِطرَ الياسَمينْ

كيفَ ذكرى يا حبيباً ناسياً قصَّةَ العهدِ ثوى بين الجُفونْ
كيفَ ذكرى يا حبيباً ناسياً قصَّةَ العهدِ ثوى بين الجُفونْ

قصَّةَ الحبِّ الذي عشنا لَهُ
فانطوى كالطَّيفِ في وَمضِ العُيونْ
أينَ منّي هَمَساتٌ خِلتُها
خُلّدَتْ كالشِّعرِ في طيِّ القُرونْ
أينَ منّي هَمَساتٌ خِلتُها
خُلّدَتْ كالشِّعرِ في طيِّ القُرونْ
أين منّي نظرات أشعلت مهجتي بالوجد أو لذع الجنون

هتَفَ الحبُّ وأغرى بي الهَوى فتَذَكَّرتُ لقاءً مُذْ سِنينْ
كانَ قلبي طائراً مُرْتعِشا في حنايا الصَّدرِ يهفو للقَرينْ

أشتهي اللقيا خيالا بعدما
حجب النأي لقاءات العيون
يا زمانا فيه ينمو زهرنا
ويضوع الصفو عطر الياسمين
وتغنّي فيه أطياف المنى بأغاريد الهوى تشفي الحزين
وتغنّي فيه أطياف المنى بأغاريد الهوى تشفي الحزين
كلما كان جمالا في الدّنى بين خدّيها وما تحت الجبين

هتَفَ الحبُّ وأغرى بي الهَوى فتَذَكَّرتُ لقاءً مُذْ سِنينْ
كانَ قلبي طائراً مُرْتعِشا في حنايا الصَّدرِ يهفو للقَرينْ

The Story of Love

Love whispered, and passion tempted me, and I remembered a meeting that had taken place years ago.
My heart was a quivering bird, fluttering in the depths of my chest, longing for its mate.
Love whispered, and passion tempted me, and I remembered a meeting that had taken place years ago.
My heart was a quivering bird, fluttering in the depths of my chest, longing for its mate.

We sat around the sands, watching the dawn and the scent of jasmine.
We sat around the sands, watching the dawn and the scent of jasmine.

How can you forget, O beloved, the story of the covenant that dwelt between our eyelids?
How can you forget, O beloved, the story of the covenant that dwelt between our eyelids?

The story of love that we lived for,
And it folded away like a phantom in the flicker of eyes.
Where are the whispers that I believed
Would last forever like poetry, through the ages?
Where are the whispers that I believed
Would last forever like poetry, through the ages?
Where are the looks that set my soul ablaze with passion or the sting of madness?

Love whispered, and passion tempted me, and I remembered a meeting that had taken place years ago.
My heart was a quivering bird, fluttering in the depths of my chest, longing for its mate.

I long for the encounter in my imagination, after
Distance has concealed the meetings of our eyes.
O time, in which our flower grows,
And the purity of jasmine's scent is diffused.
And in it, the specters of hope sing with melodies of passion that heal the sorrowful.
And in it, the specters of hope sing with melodies of passion that heal the sorrowful.
Whenever there is beauty in the world, between her cheeks and beneath her forehead.

Love whispered, and passion tempted me, and I remembered a meeting that had taken place years ago.
My heart was a quivering bird, fluttering in the depths of my chest, longing for its mate.