Текст и перевод песни Humood Alkhudher - (ياليل (ايقاع

(ياليل (ايقاع

ياليل يا بحر السكون ماذا طويت من القرون
كم أمة ودعتها صارت حكايا أو ضنون
لم يبقى منها شاهد وبقيت الاف السنين
تتلو كتاب وجودنا في طيه سر دفين
في طيه عبر وايات تردد كل حين
طورا تلاقي معرضا أو يهتدي فيها الفطين
أبقاك ربك شاهدا للناظرين المهتدين،،
للناظرين المهتدين
ياليل من يثني عنانك كيف ما يبغي تكون
ياليل من يوليك بالإصباح في حق مبين
أنشاك ربك راحة يا مسكنا كل العيون
يا مؤنس العباد في سحر وقد رفعوا الأنين
كم رتل الايات عبد حاذر ريب المنون
جاروا إلى رب الورى باري الخلائق أجمعين
سالت دموعهم على الخدين من خوف مكين
ما أعجب الليل الذي خضعت لسطوته الجفون
مازال يؤنسوني فما يهتز من حسي القليل
أوحى إلي بألف معنا لم أكن فيها ضنين
فحديثه الصمت العميق وصخبه هذا السكون
كم فتق الأفكار صمت موغل عبر السنين
كم فجر الإبداع في قلب ثوى فيه حزين
ياليل يا مستودع الأسرار يا موج الضنون
كم مقلة خافت دياجر الظلام المستكين
حسبته أشباحا وراحت ترتجي فيه المعين
لم تدري أن الفجر يطرده أمام الناظرين

(Oh, Night (Rhythm

Oh, night, oh, ocean of tranquility, what have you concealed from the ages?
How many nations have you bid farewell to, who have become stories or illusions?
No trace of them remains, but thousands of years have passed.
You narrate the book of our existence, within its fold lies a secret.
Within its fold are lessons and verses that echo constantly.
Sometimes you encounter an exhibition, or the wise one finds guidance within you.
Your Lord has kept you as a witness for the guided observers,
For the guided observers.
Oh, night, who can control your reins, no matter what they desire?
Oh, night, who will replace you with the dawn in a clear right?
Your Lord created you as a comfort, oh, shelter of all eyes.
Oh, companion of the servants in the hour of dawn, when they raise their supplications.
How many verses have been recited by a servant who is aware of the trials of death?
They turned to the Lord of the worlds, the Creator of all creatures.
Their tears flowed down their cheeks from deep fear.
How wonderful is the night to whose dominion the eyelids have submitted!
It continues to solace me, so that none of my senses tremble.
It has inspired me with a thousand meanings that I have not been stingy with.
For its speech is deep silence, and its clamor is this tranquility.
How many thoughts have been unlocked by silence, penetrating through the years?
How many innovations have been ignited in a heart that was once filled with sorrow?
Oh, night, oh, repository of secrets, oh, wave of suspicion.
How many eyes have feared the darkness of the persistent gloom?
I thought they were ghosts, and they went seeking help from you.
They did not know that the dawn would dispel it before the eyes of all.