لطيفة - #أخبروني | Latifa - They told me

إسم الأغنية: أخبروني

غناء: لطيفة

كلمات : نزار قباني

ألحان : د. طلال

توزيع : يحيى الموجي

Song name: "Akhbarooni" (They told me)

Singer: Latifa

Lyrics: Nizar Qabbani

Composer: Talal

Mix by: Yahya AlMooji

Genre: Slow Classic Arabic/ Tarab

English translation by: QAFNOTKAF.com

أخبرُوني بأنَّ حسناءَ غيري...

They told me that a beauty other than me...

يا صديقي، لديك حلَّت محلَّي

My dear friend, took over my place

أخبرُوني بالأمسِ عنكَ وعنها

They told me yesterday about you and her

فلماذا يا سيَّدي لم تقُل لي؟

Why didn't you tell me sir?

أنا أعطيتُك الذي ليس يُعطى...

I gave you the ungivable...

من حياتي، وأنت حاولت قتلي

Of my life while you are trying to kill me

يا رخيصَ الأشواق خمسُ سنينٍ...

For five years...

كنتُ أبني على دخانٍ ورملِ!

I was building on smoke and sand!

كانَ عطري لديكَ أجمل عطرٍ

My perfume used to be the your favorite perfume

كان شعري عليكَ شلاَّل ظلَّ

My hair used to be a waterfall of shadow

كان ثوبي البنفسجيَّ ربيعاً

My purple dress used to be spring

كم على زهره جلستَ تُصلََّي

For so long you sat on it's flowers to pray

وأنا اليوم لستُ عندكَ شيئاً

Today, I worth nothing to you

أينَ عينايَ، أين طيبي وكُحلي؟

Where are my eyes, kindness and kohl

لا تُلامس يدي بغير شُعورٍ...

Don't touch my hand with no emotions...

عندك الان من تحلُّ محلَّي

Now you have someone who is replacing me

سأصلّي لكي تكونَ سعيداً...

I will pray so you will be happy...

في هواها، فهل لأجلي تُصلَّي؟

 In her love, so will you pray for me?

أنت طفلُ صغيرُ، أنتَ حبيبي...

You are a little baby, you are my love...

كيف أقسو على حبيبي وطفلي؟

How could I be tough on my love and my baby?

هي في غُرفة انتظاركَ.. فاذهب

She is in your waiting room...Go to her

بينَ أخضانِها ستعرفُ فضلي

Between her arms you will realize how precious I am

يا صديقي شُكراً، أنا أتمنَّى...

My dear friend, I wish...

لو وجدتَ التي تُحبُّك مثلي

If you could find someone who would love you as much as I do

#1December

كان بِنَفْسِهِ يَراني...

وَ بي...

بَدأتُ أنا أرى بِه نَفْسي...

وَ كأنَّه أصبَح يَتَلَّبََسَني...

الفَرٍقُ هُوَ أنَّهُ كانَ "آنالوج"...

أمٌا أنا...

رَقْمي.

أبي ...

كُلَّ عام و عيدُ ميلاِدك...

الأوَّلُ مِنْ ديسَمبَر...

هُوَ عيدِيَ الوَطَني...

He used to see him self in me...

And in my self...

I begun to see him...

As if he was possessing me...

The only difference is the he was analog...

And I am digital.

Father...

The anniversary of your birthday...

Is the national day of me

#قطة_شرودنغر #Schrödingers_Cat

أنْظُرُ لَها فَتَنظُر هي لي...

أينما ذَهَبتُ عَيناها تُلاحِقُني...

فَتَخطرُ قِطَّةَ شرودِنغَر بِمُخَيِّلَتي...

وَ أَتَسائَلُ...

هَل هِيَ فِعْلاً تُراقِبُني؟

ماذا يَحدُثُ في الثُقْبِ الأسْوَدِ؟

و عِندَما لا أنْظُرُ لِها...

فَهل تَسْتَمِرُّ هِيَ بِمُراقَبَتي؟

مَتى سيحين مَوعِدُ نَوْمي؟

و هَل هِيَ فِعْلاً تَنْظُر لي؟

نومي اللَّيلي...أو الأبَدي؟

و هَل سَيَتَسَبَّبُ بِألَمِي؟

و هَل هِيَ أيضاً تَشعُرُ بي؟

أسأرحلُ واقفاً؟

و هَل هِيَ الْجَوَارِ الْكُنَّسِ؟

و عِندَما أخرُجُ مِن منزلي...

هَل تَسْتَمِرُّ بِالنَّظَرِ لِحائِطي؟

التي جاء ذِكرُها في القُرآنِ المُكَرَّمِ؟

أو كَما رَحَلَ أبي؟

أسئِلَتي كَثيرِة لا تَنْتَهي...

و أجْوِبَتُها أكْبَرُ مِنْها وَ مِنّي...

بَعْضُها مُعَقَّدٌ وَ بَعْضُها غَبِي...

وهذِه بعضُ أسبابُ قِلَّة نومي...

و جزء مِن ما يدورُ دائمًا في رأسي...

أهٰكَّذا يَشْعُرُ الحاسوبَ الكمّي؟

I look at her and there she looks back at me...

No matter where I go her eyes are following me...

Then I start thinking of Schrödinger's cat...

Wondering...

Is she really watching me?

What happens inside a black hole?

And when I don't look at her...

Is she still watching me?

When can I finally sleep?

And is she really seeing me?

Sleeping in my bed at night or for eternity?

Will it be too painful for me?

Can she also feel me?

Will I be gone standing with no pain?

Are they "the running vacuum cleaners"?

The ones mentioned in the Holly Qur'an?

And when I leave home...

Does she keep staring at my wall?

Or after suffering the way my father did?

Will I beg for it to come to an end?

Not that anybody cares, but...

My questions are so many or they could be endless...

And their answers are bigger than them and me...

And mostly it's not fair...

Some of them are complicated and some of them are absurd...

And this is a fraction of how it feels to live in my head...

Is this how a quantum computers feels like all the time?

#حبي_لما_تبقى_من_عقلي

بَدأتُ بِهذا السَّطر مِن أسطري...

و أصبحَت كَلِماتي لا تَنتهي...

اكثر من الخلودِ في مدحي...

ليس غروراً أو بهدفِ التَّباهي...

فأنا مازلت في طورِ تعلم حُب نفسي... 

فعلى صراط راحتي و عقلي... 

أسير وحيداً مع ظلي... 

و أفكاري التي تذهب و تأتي... 

و الوان الكائنات زاهية بخيالي... 

اصواتها و صورها تحيى في رأسي... 

و دقة التّفاصيل بقصصي... 

و كيف أراها في كل شئ حولي... 

ما زلت كالأطفالِ فضولي... 

و مشاعري متدفقة تُدفئ قلبي... 

أنا لست فقط كل ما تراه مني... 

مائي لا شكل محدد له فكري... 

و لا نهاية له فضاء طموحي... 

قد تَضحكوا و تتعلموا مني... 

أودّكم أن تُجربوا حِسّي... 

فأحاول أن أشارككم بكلماتي... 

تجاربي في الحياة بنظري... 

فأُطنِبُ جداً في وصفي.. 

"لأُشارِكَكَمْ جَمالَ ذاكَ المُشَوَّهُ عَقْلِي"

#mynationalanthem | #نشيدي_الوطني

You know how sometimes you talk to someone and everything that comes of their mouth sounds like something you might feel or say if you were good at expressing your self with words?

Not everything of course have to be expressing my exact feelings, but it's nice to know that others might have thoughts that could align with yours, knowing that they might think the same way you think, it sort of makes you feel less lonely...Specially if it was told or written in a poetic way.

Sometimes that happens to me when hear certain words or phrases said by others, or when I listen to certain songs, new or an old one that I never heard before...I get so touched by it and it's stuck in my head listening to it over and over and over again, and that could last for weeks...

Most of the time because It touches me on so many levels, the music or maybe an instrument in it...Or the lyrics sometimes expresses a way I felt or feel in the most beautiful way I could've imagined, or maybe an idea I've never thought of before but if I would have written it my self, it would be in that exact words/way...It could also be certain feelings I have because of the way the singer brought the words to life.

I call each of those songs #mynationalanthem (#نشيدي_الوطني)

So in the future if you see any of my posts with the hashtag #mynationalanthem (#نشيدي_الوطني) , and you are into songs with lyrics such as "who let the dog out who who who who" or "who run the world, girls"...Just don't bother and read anything I ever post.

Keep in mind that my national anthem are things that I didn't write my self but they are my translations, things I write my self will not have that hashtag and I am always referring to them as "living words" and since they are original content I am assuming they I don't have to point it out

#عقول_مُسكرة

هُناك جروح للعيونِ ظاهرة...

و هُناك جروح بالملابسِ مستترة...

و جروح خفية للقلوبِ كاسرة...

و جروح غير مرئية للعقولِ مُسكرة

There are some wounds, that could be seen by naked eyes...

And some wounds, covered by clothing...

And hidden wounds that are breaking hearts...

.And unseen wounds that getting brains drunk

متى؟

انتظارٌ لا مُنتهي...

و كأنه انتِظارٌ أبدي...

رحَلَ كُلُّ شيء عنّي...

و حَنيني ما زالَ مَعي...

متى؟

متى سَيعودُ أبي؟

An endless wait...

As if I am waiting for eternity...

It feels like everything left me...

When?

Except my longing is still staying with me...

When?

When will my father return to me?