Paroles et traduction Wadih El Safi - Nater Habibi

Nater Habibi

مرقوا الحصادين مرقوا طيور البرد
يبسوا وراق التين و الغيم تلا الجرد
و عم ينزلوا حساسين يبكوا بفيي الورد
و ناطورة الياسمين بعدها ما رجعت بعد

مين ناطر مين مين ناطر عابواب الشوق مين ناطر
ناطرها تطل و تقلي يا هالمتعوب شو ناطر
و إن كان البعد نساها بتضل تغني و ناطر
بيضل العاشق عاشق و الناطر بيضلو ناطر

طال الحكي عاباب بيتهن طال و إتنهدت و تكسر الموال
و لما عيونا بالدمع ضحكوا ما عرفت يللي تنقال كيف انقال

و مغيرة و مولدنه و خدودها خير السني
يا من قطف يا من جني
و زغيرة و مزيني و عيون بتقول إسكني
فيي و طيري يا دنيي

يا حلوة اللي الهوى دبل عينيكي الهوى
اللي غدي لحيكن قلبو عشق و إتكوى
لما حكيتي شعشعوا نجوم البكي و إتلوعوا
يا طيور طلوا إتسمعوا يا حور عالمي إنحني

يا حلوة اللي السهر هدهد حلاها السهر
طال الحكي عالحكي و ضوى عليكي القمر
و الناس طلوا يسألوا لما إلتوا الخصر الحلو
يا اقمار عالأرض إنزلوا و يا ليل ليل عالدني

Nater Habibi

Reapers have gone out, and so have winter birds
The fig leaves have withered, and the clouds have abandoned the barren hills
The goldfinches have descended, weeping among the roses
And the nightingale of jasmine has yet to return

Who is waiting for whom? Who is waiting at the gate of longing?
I wait for her to appear and tell me, "My weary one, what are you waiting for?"
And even if absence has made her forget, she will continue to sing, and I will continue to wait
The lover will always be a lover, and the waiter will always wait

The conversation at her door has gone on too long. She has sighed, and the song has been broken
And when our eyes have laughed with tears, I have not known how to say what needed to be said

And Mughira and his birth, and her cheeks are the best of the years
Oh, who picked? Who harvested?
And she is young and beautiful, and her eyes say "Inhabit me,"
"And fly away, my world."

Oh, beautiful one whose love has weakened your eyes, love
Whose departure for your neighborhood has burned and scarred my heart
When you spoke, the stars of weeping shone and burned
Oh, birds, come and listen. Oh, houris of my world, bow down.

Oh, beautiful one whose wakefulness has lulled her beauty to sleep
The conversation has gone on too long, and the moon has shone upon you
And the people have come out to ask, "When will the lovely waist sway?"
Oh, moons of the earth, descend, and oh, night, eternal night upon the world.