A Tour in My Mind

A Beautiful Andalusian song with the rich voice of the Moroccan singer Samira Kadiri with Ensemble Arabesque.        https://soundcloud.com/laila-khalil-2/li-habibi-samira-kadiri Here you can read the Lyrics of the song in Arabic: لِحَبِيبِي أرْسِلْ سَلامْ كُلَّ وَقْتٍ عَسَى يَجُودْ بِوِصَالِ الـمُسْتَهَامْ عَلَى رَغْمِ أنْفِ الحَسُودْ ونَقُولْ يَا بَدْرَ التمَامْ أنْتَ سُؤلِي بَيْنَ الوُجُودْ يَا غَزَالِي وَبُغْيَتِي قَدْ شُغِفْتُ بِذَا الغَرَامْ يَا مُنَائِي ورَاحَتِي مِنْ مُحِبَّكْ ألْف سَلامْ Tried my best to translate it: To my beloved I send a greeting of peace, All the time, maybe he will show me some kindness, By being with the one who got lost in you, despite those who envy you two.  And I keep saying oh full moon (my love) you're everything I want in this universe ...

Two songs based on an old mystic poem in Arabic. The poem is by Ibn Al-Farid  ( `Umar ibn `Alī ibn al-Fārid ) (1181–1235 CE) I conceal my love and yet my tears reveal it And I kill it, yet  my longing brings it back to life And the one torturing me out of loving him is of good character, graceful and beautiful in every way. His beauty is like the Surah of Joseph and my sadness is like his father's. If the lovers dismissed my deep love for you, then I'm love, its son & father. Here is another part of the same poem : I conceal my love and yet my tears reveal it And I kill it, yet  my longing brings it back to life And the one torturing me out of loving him is of good character, graceful and is beautiful in every way. Oh you who is burning with fire the face of the one who loves you, my tears will put the fire away. Burn with it my body and all of my senses, but take care of my heart because you reside in it. ...

A Beautiful song based on an Arabic poem from the 1920s by Ebrahim Hosny Mirza.   بعثنا مع النسيم سلاما للحبيب الجميل حيث أقاما وسمعنا الطيور في الروض تشدو فنقلنا عن الطيور كلاما خافقات تدق من ألم الوجد نشيدا فتحسن الأنغاما We sent with the breeze our greetings of peace To the beautiful loved one wherever he might be settled And we heard birds singing beautifully in the green lands By the bird's singing we are delivering a message of love and peace My heart beats with the pain of ecstacy Shaping them into songs of beautiful melodies  The Guitar & Bass Composing is by Mohab Omer. The vocal Composing, Oud playing and Singing are by Abdulrahman Mohammed.  

An old poem from Aleppo,Syria. The lyrics and the original melody were composed by Omar Al Batsh back in 1947. Omar Al Batsh (1885-1950) الموشح هو من تلحين ونظم المرحوم الشيخ عمر البطش الحلبي My translation doesn't do it justice but I tried my best.     نظم الموشح :   قلت لما غاب عني .. نور مرآك المصون شفني والله سقم .. ....فيه قد ذقت المنون وعيوني من نحيبي ... جاريات كالعيون وجفوني ما كفاها ..... ما جرى حتى جفون هام قلبي زاد وجدي ... فمتى وصلك يكون   غاب عن عيني ضياها ... يا قمر دار العيون When I became apart from seeing the light of your beauty & grace, I swear to God I fell ill afterwards and almost tasted death My eyes out of crying over you were full of tears like water springs, till they withered. My heart got lost, my love for you is overwhelming, when would I be able to reach you ? Light has left my eyes, Light has left my eyes .... Oh beautiful moon ( my love ) hide your captivating charming eyes. ****...

This beautiful soundtrack is made of an old poem in Arabic that was written more than 1000 years ago by Mansour Al Hallaj, with modern music composed by Omar Khairat. الكلمات : و الله ما طلعت شمسٌ ولا غربت إلا و حبّـك مقـرون بأنفاسـي ولا خلوتُ إلى قوم أحدّثهــم إلا و أنت حديثي بين جلاســي ولا ذكرتك محزوناً و لا فَرِحا إلا و أنت بقلبي بين وسواســـي ولا هممت بشرب الماء من عطش إلا رَأَيْتُ خيالاً منك في الكـــأس ولو قدرتُ على الإتيان جئتـُكم سعياً على الوجه .. أو مشياً على الرأس ويا فتى الحيّ إن غّنيت لي طربا فغّنـني وأسفا من قلبك القاســـي ما لي وللناس كم يلحونني سفها ديني لنفسي .. و دين الناس للنـــاس   English translation of the lyrics: I swear to God, the sun has never risen or set without Your love being entwined with my breath; Neither have I confided in anyone except to talk about You. Never have I mentioned Your name in gladness or in sorrow, Unless You were in my heart, wedged in my obsessive thoughts. Nor h...

The sculpture of the hands of Ibn Zaydun and Wallada was placed in the plaza known as El Campo Santo de los Mártires in Cordoba, Spain in 1971, to commemorate the 900th anniversary of the love story of the great Andalusian poet Ibn Zaydun ( Cordoba, 1003 - Seville, 1071 ) and Princess Wallada (born in Cordoba in 1001 - died March 26, 1091) also a famous Andalusian poet. The monument is part of the Historic Centre of Cordoba which was considered by the UNESCO to be a world heritage site in 1996. In memory of this lost love,  one can read on the marble monument poetry verses by each poet, which appear in  both Castilian and Arabic: Here is a close up of the marble inscriptions : "أغارُ عليكَ من عيني ومني ومنكَ، ومن زمانكَ والمكانِ ولو أني خَبَـأتُكَ في عُيـوني إلى يوم القيامة مـا كــــفاني" « Tengo celos de mis ojos, de mí toda, de ti mismo, de tu tiempo y lugar. Aún grabado tú en mis pupilas, ...

An old Sufi love poem sung by an Egyptian band. The Lyrics of the song in Arabic : متى يا كرام الحي عيني تراكم وأسمع من تلك الديار نداكم سقاني الغرام كأساً من الحب صافياً ياليته لما سقاني سقاكم أمرّ على الأبواب من غير حاجة لعلي أراكم أو أرى من يراكم سقاني الغرام .. سقانى الهوى كأساً من الحب صافياً ياليته لما سقاني سقاكم The English Translation : When, O honorable people in the neighborhood, would my eye see you?  And when would I hear your call from those places?  Adoration has given me a drink of Love that is pure. I wish it gave you the same drink I've been given. I pass by doors without aim, except for hoping to see you or someone who sees you. Do not bury me on a meadow, rather on a high mountain where I could always allow my eyes to see you. The lyrics are from a poem by Abu Madyan (1126–1198 CE) who was an influential Andalusian mystic. The words are so classy & elegant as the poet is referring to his loved one...

This is a poem by Imam Al Shafe'i  (767 — 820 CE) Here is the original poem in Arabic :     اذا المرء لا يرعاك الا تكلفا                                                                                    فدعه ولا تكثر عليه التاسفا                                                          ...

My translation does not do it justice :   Tell my dear beloved who lives in the chambers of my heart, That even if I don't meet him, I still meet him And that my sight is connected to seeing him... Even if our dwellings are far away from one another I hope he realizes that I don't remember him As how can I remember him if I can't forget him in the first place? O you who thought that I don't remember him And God knows that I never forget about him If he is away from me, my soul is his home So how possibly could the heart forget who lives in the soul?   - Al-Mutanabbi  (915 – 23 September 965)   Here is a recitation of the poem in Arabic :       And  h ere is the original poem in Arabic :                                   ...

Here is a more than a millennium old Arabic poem. It is by a famous Arab poet named Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi (915 – 23 September 965). He is considered to be one of the greatest poets in Arabic literature. Here you can enjoy listening to the recitation of the Poem in Arabic : The English translation of the Poem :  I was lucky enough to find its translation at http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-is-aflame/ My heart is aflame, burning with love for you While your heart is frigid-cold toward me You think so lightly of me, treating me with such indifference My soul is sickened, my body debilitated Why should I conceal a love that has consumed my body When pretenders fake the love of Saif-Al-Dawlah If what brings us together is our common love for you I wish we would meritoriously share your bounties Each according to the love he harbors for you I have been in your presence while rapiers sheathed And gazed at you when swords blood-...

Samih Al Qasim - "I'm sorry" poem Samih Al Qasim  (1939 - August 19, 2014) was a Palestinian Druze poet whose Arabic poetry is well known throughout the Arab World. His poetry is influenced by two primary periods of his life: Before and after the Six-Day War. He joined the Communist Hadash political party in 1967. Al-Qasim has published several volumes and collections of poetry.  Some of his famous poems include: Slit Lips Sons of War Confession at Midday Travel Tickets Bats Abandoning The Story of a City Conversation between Ear of Corn and Jerusalem Rose Thorn How I became an Article Story of the Unknown Man End of a Discussion with a Jailer The Will of a Man Dying in Exile The Boring Orbit The Clock on the Wall Al-Qasim died on August 19, 2014, after a long battle with cancer. His funeral was held on, August 21, 2014, in Rameh. “I don’t like you, death” — Samih al-Qasim’s final poem  

لو كانَ لي قلبان لعشت بواحدٍ وأفردتُ قلباً في هواكَ يُعذَّبُ لكنَّ لي قلباً تّمَلكَهُ الهَوى لا العَيشُ يحلُو لَهُ ولا الموتُ يَقْرَبُ كَعُصفُورةٍ في كفِّ طفلٍ يُهِينُها تُعَانِي عَذابَ المَوتِ والطِفلُ يلعبُ فلا الطفل ذو عقلٍ يرِقُّ لِحالِها ولا الطّيرُ مَطلُوقُ الجنَاحَينِ فيذهبُ - قيس بن الملوح If I had two hearts I'd live with one of them and let the other to be tortured by your love but I only have one heart owned by love Neither pleased by living nor that death is near like a little bird in the hands of a child insulting it suffering from the torment of death while the child plays neither is the child's aware of its suffering Nor the wings of the Bird are free, that it can fly - Qays Ibn Al Mulawwah This is a 1300 year old Arabic love poem.

يا عادلا في حكمه لا يظلم . برح الخفا كم ذا نجن ونكتم. يا سامع الأصوات إن لم تستجب. من يستجيب لنا سواك ويرحم. ... يا من مقاليد الأمور بكفه. عطفا فأنت بحال عبدك أعلم.     Here is a quick translation of those Arabic Poetry verses:   Oh the most fair one in his judgement, who never commits injustice The truth is clear yet so many try to silence it ........ Oh the one who hears our voices, If you don't respond to us, Who else would listen? & show us mercy? Oh the one who is in his hand the control of everything, Shower us with your kindness cause you know best what your slave is going through.......         This short yet beautiful poem is by a Yemeni poet named  Hasan Ibn Ali Ibn jaber ( 1638-1668 )   Tried my best to translate it but many things get lost in the translation  :)   Came across those beautiful verses by chance...

Mawtini (Arabic: موطني ‎ “My Homeland”) is a popular poem written by the Palestinian poet Ibrahim Touqan (Arabic: إبراهيم طوقان ‎) circa 1934. It was the de facto national anthem of Palestine since then and until 1967. It is also recognized in Syria and Algeria, as well as other Arab states, as an anthem as to show their support for the Palestinian cause. The original music was composed by Muhammad Fuliefil (Arabic: محمد فليفل ‎). During the years it became very popular through the Arab world.       English translation My homeland, My homeland Glory and beauty, Sublimity and splendor Are in your hills, Are in your hills Life and deliverance, Pleasure and hope Are in your air, Are in your Air Will I see you? Will I see you? Safe and comforted, Sound and honored Will I see you in your eminence? Reaching to the stars, Reaching to the stars My homeland, My homeland My homeland, My homeland The youth will not tire, 'till your independence ...

I chose to leave some of my loved ones Cause i sensed that they want to leave me  Yes i miss them but i put my pride first before my feelings  I long to be with them all the time  But my feet don't love walking down the path of humiliation  -  Ahmed Shawky  Here is the original poem verses in Arabic 

Letter from Under the Water   If you are my friend... Help me...to leave you Or if you are my lover... Help me...so I can be healed of you... If I knew.... that the ocean is very deep...I would not have swam... If I knew...how I would end, I would not have began *** I miss you...so teach me not to do so  teach me... how to cut the roots of your love from the depths teach me... how tears may die in the eyes and how the longing  may commit suicide *** If you are prophet, Cleanse me from this spell Save me from this atheism... Your love is like atheism...so purify me from this atheism *** If you are strong... Rescue me from this ocean For I don't know how to swim The blue waves...in your eyes drag me...to the depths       and I have no experience in love...and no boat... *** If I am dear to you then take my hand For I am filled with love ...from ...