Paroles et traduction Ilham Al Madfai - Baghdad

Baghdad

مدى بساطى وامليا اكوابى
وانسى العتاب فقد نسيت عتابى
مدى بساطى وامليا اكوابى
وانسى العتاب فقد نسيت عتابى
عيناكى يا بغداد منذ طفولتى
شمسان نعمتان فى اهدابى
عيناكى يا بغداد منذ طفولتى
شمسان نعمتان فى اهدابى
لا تنقرى وجهى فانتى حبيبتى
و ورود معدتى وكاس شرابى
لا تنقرى وجهى فانتى حبيبتى
و ورود معدتى وكاس شرابى
بغداد جئتك كاسفينه متعبه
اخفى جراحاتى وراء ثيابى
بغداد جئتك كاسفينه متعبه
اخفى جراحاتى وراء ثيابى
وهبط كا العصفور يقصد عشه
والفجر عرس عدنن وقبابى
وهبط كا العصفور يقصد عشه
والفجر عرس عدنن وقبابى
بغداد قرط على حرير عبائتى
و على ضفائر ذينب و رباب
بغداد قرط على حرير عبائتى
و على ضفائر ذينب و رباب
لا تظلمى وترى الربابا فى يدى
فالشوق اكبر من يدى وربابى
لا تظلمى وترى الربابا فى يدى
فالشوق اكبر من يدى وربابى
ماذا ساكتب عنكى فى كتب الهوا
فهواكى لا يكفيه الف كتاب
ماذا ساكتب عنكى فى كتب الهوا
فهواكى لا يكفيه الف كتاب

Baghdad

Let's spread our simple mat and cups of hope
And forget the blame, for I have forgotten my blame
Let's spread our simple mat and cups of hope
And forget the blame, for I have forgotten my blame
Your eyes, Baghdad, since my childhood
Two suns, two blessings in my eyelashes
Your eyes, Baghdad, since my childhood
Two suns, two blessings in my eyelashes
Don't peck at my face, for you're my beloved
And the roses of my table, and my cup of wine
Don't peck at my face, for you're my beloved
And the roses of my table, and my cup of wine
Baghdad, I came to you as a weary traveler
Hiding my wounds behind my clothes
Baghdad, I came to you as a weary traveler
Hiding my wounds behind my clothes
And I landed like a bird heading for its nest
And the dawn is a wedding of Eden and my domes
And I landed like a bird heading for its nest
And the dawn is a wedding of Eden and my domes
Baghdad, an earring on the silk of my cloak
And on the braids of Dheena and Rubaab
Baghdad, an earring on the silk of my cloak
And on the braids of Dheena and Rubaab
Don't wrong me and see the lute in my hand
For the longing is greater than my hand and my lute
Don't wrong me and see the lute in my hand
For the longing is greater than my hand and my lute
What shall I write about you in the books of passion?
For your passions are not contained in a thousand books
What shall I write about you in the books of passion?
For your passions are not contained in a thousand books