Paroles et traduction Muslim - Al Merhoum

Al Merhoum

كان باقي بكري ملي مشيتي وخليتيني صغيـــــر
مشيتي على غفلة وخليتيلي فقلبي حزن كبيــر
مشيتي بالزربة حيت ربي كتبلك عمر قصيـــر
مشيتي دغيا وخليتيني نتساءل ونحير
بقيت غير جالس فالدارنتسنا ؛ ما فاهم والـــو
يما رجعات بوحدا بلا بيك ؛ ودموعا سالـــــو
شافتلي فعيني ؛ وقالتلي آولدي بابـاك مـــات
فمي تكوانسا تقهرت ؛ واختي الصغيرة بكــات
عقلي كان باقي صغير ؛ ما استوعبشي المعنى د الموت
كانشوف ناس غراب يبكيو ؛ و يمسحو دموع الخـــوت
كانشوف الباب مفتوح ؛ كانقول مع بالي دابا تفوت
كانشوفك فكل بيوت ؛ كنشوفك فكل قنوت
باقي عاقل كيف عمرت الدار بكا و نواح
عيون بكات من القلب؛ و عيون بكات دموع التمساح
و دغيا كلشي تقلب ؛ أحزان ولات أفراح
فحال لي صافي بكينا ؛ و الدموع براو الأجراح
فاتو ايام و شهور ؛ و فاتو شحال من سنـين
ذكريات بقات في البال بــــــــراكـــــــــــــــــــــين
يمكن الدموع نساو ملي نساتك العــــــــــــين
لكن القلب مجروح؛ و باقي عليك حزيــــــــــــــــــن
مشيتي من حياتي قبل ما ندرك نعرفك شكون تكون
مشيتي قبل ما ندركك ؛ نكبر ونشوفو بنفس اللون
مشيتي و أنا بقيت فذكريات الطفولة مسجون
مشيتي و أنا بقيت عندي غير الظنون
كانظن كنتي مكافح ؛ كانظن كنتي صبار
كانظن حيت كنتي راجل ؛ بقينا مستورين فالدار
كانظن هادشي لي كانظن عاودوه لي خوتي و الحباب
كانظن بلي كانشبهليك ؛ يعني كنتي مهياب
فراغ لي خليتيه فحياتي كل نهار يكبر
نهار على نهار ؛ نفهم لغز و يبان لي سِّر
كلما فاتو سنين ؛ كل ما تمنيت تكون قريب
كلما شرقت شمس كا نحوقك ملي تغيب
كل لحظة فحياتي خليتي موطعك فيها خاوي
خليتي القلب مجروح ؛ جراح و لا دموع تداوي
ذكريات عطشانة و بوحدك كنتي الراوي
كلما زدت كبرت كلما عرفتك شنو ساوي
واخا ليام جرات و سنين مور بعطا تدبـال
عمرك غرقتي فبحر النسيان ؛ بقيتي فالبــال
بقيتي فالماضي حاضر و بنيتلك فيه تمثـال
حيت كلمة الأب ماشي غير كلمة تتقـــال
يمكن مشيتي بلا ما رجعتي لور و لو خطــوة
خاليتي حياتي كتاب و الصفحة ديالك عمرا تطوا
و كتبتي فيها بلي مشيتي بكري بلا ما تنـــوا
كبرتي فعيني كل ما زدت نضجت؛ و بقيتي قـدوة
كانتمنا تكون مفتاخر بيا و نكون عند حسن الظن
ملي يشكروني الناس و يقولوا هذاك ولد فـلان
و سماحلي اذا بسبابي ذكرك بالشر لسان
و اذا قسرت فحقك حيت أنا غير انسان
هذي هي الدنيا ؛ و هذي سنة الحياة
كـــلشي فيـــنا يـــموت الا الــــذكــريـات
ورود ليوم كيف ورود البارح غذا تدبــال
حيت الحاضر هو الماضي في المستقبل

To The Departed

It was too soon when you left, leaving me young and small,
You departed unexpectedly, leaving a deep sorrow in my heart's hall.
You left in haste, as God had written for you a short lifespan's call,
You left quickly, leaving me to question and ponder, standing tall.
I remained seated at home, waiting, understanding nothing at all,
Mother returned alone, without you, tears began to fall.
She looked into my eyes and said, "Son, your father is gone, that's all,"
My mouth fell silent, I was devastated, my little sister began to bawl.
My mind, still young, couldn't grasp the meaning of death's call,
I saw people in black, weeping, wiping away tears that enthrall.
I saw the door open, thinking you would walk through, standing tall,
I saw you in every corner, I saw you in every prayer's call.
I still remember how the house filled with cries and mourning's sprawl,
Eyes cried from the heart, and eyes shed crocodile tears, that's all.
And quickly everything changed, sorrows turned into joys, standing tall,
As if we had cried enough, and tears had healed the wounds' call.
Days and months passed, and so many years began to fall,
Memories remained in my mind, like volcanoes standing tall.
Perhaps tears have forgotten, as my eyes have forgotten your call,
But my heart is wounded, and still grieves for you, standing tall.
You left my life before I could understand who you were at all,
You left before I could grasp you, grow up, and see us stand tall.
You left, and I remained imprisoned in childhood memories' sprawl,
You left, and I remained with only assumptions, that's all.
I assume you were a fighter, I assume you were strong and tall,
I assume because you were a man, we remained protected within our wall.
I assume this is what my siblings and friends recall,
I assume I resemble you, which means you were respected by all.
The void you left in my life grows larger with each day's call,
Day by day, I understand a riddle and a secret begins to enthrall.
The more years pass, the more I wish you were near, standing tall,
Every sunrise, I long for you when you disappear, that's all.
Every moment in my life, you left your place empty, within the wall,
You left my heart wounded, with wounds no tears can heal at all.
Memories are thirsty, and you alone were the storyteller, standing tall,
The more I grow, the more I understand what you have done, that's all.
Even though days have passed and years have withered and fall,
You never drowned in the sea of oblivion, you remain in my mind's hall.
You remain present in the past, and I built a statue for you, standing tall,
Because the word "father" is not just a word that we recall.
Perhaps you left without looking back, not even a single stall,
You left my life as a book, and your page will never fall.
And you wrote on it that you left early, without a farewell call,
You grew in my eyes the more I matured, and you remained a role model for all.
I hope you are proud of me, and that I live up to your expectations' sprawl,
When people praise me and say, "That's the son of so-and-so, standing tall,"
And forgive me if, because of me, your memory is tarnished by a foul call,
And if I have fallen short in my duty to you, for I am only human, that's all.
This is life, and this is the way of the world's sprawl,
Everything in us dies, except memories, standing tall.
Today's roses, like yesterday's, will eventually fall,
For the present is the past in the future's call.