In this post, I present one of the most beautiful poems of Nizar Qabbani that became a song by Majda Al-Roumy. It is called (\u0643\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0645\u0627\u062a) \u2018words\u2019. The poem, its translation and the video are given below. Enjoy!<\/p>\n
| He tells me, when he dances with me,Words are not like other words<\/p>\n He takes me, from under my arms<\/p>\n He plants me, in a distant cloud<\/p>\n And the black rain in my eyes<\/p>\n Falls in torrents, torrents<\/p>\n He carries me with him, he carries me<\/p>\n To an evening of rosy balconies<\/p>\n And I am like a child in his hands<\/p>\n Like a feather carried by the wind<\/p>\n He gives me sun, he gives me summer<\/p>\n and flocks of swallows<\/p>\n He tells me that I am his treasure<\/p>\n And that I am equal to thousands of stars<\/p>\n And that I am treasure, and that I am<\/p>\n more beautiful painting he has ever seen<\/p>\n He tells me things that make me dizzy<\/p>\n that make me forget the dance floor and the steps<\/p>\n Words\u2026which overturn my history<\/p>\n which make me a woman\u2026in seconds<\/p>\n He builds castles of fantasies<\/p>\n In which I live \u2026for seconds\u2026<\/p>\n And I return\u2026I return to my table<\/p>\n Nothing with me\u2026<\/p>\n Nothing with me\u2026except words<\/p>\n Words are not like other words<\/td>\n | \n \u064a\u0633\u0645\u0639\u0646\u064a \u062d\u064a\u0646 \u064a\u0631\u0627\u0642\u0635\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0646\u0640\u064a<\/p>\n \u0643\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0645\u0627\u062a \u0644\u064a\u0633\u0640\u062a \u0643\u0627\u0644\u0640\u0643\u0644\u0645\u0640\u0640\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u064a\u0623\u062e\u0630\u0646\u064a \u0645\u0646 \u062a\u062d\u062a \u0630\u0631\u0627\u0639\u0640\u0640\u064a<\/p>\n \u064a\u0632\u0631\u0639\u0646\u064a \u0641\u064a \u0625\u062d\u062f\u0649 \u0627\u0644\u063a\u064a\u0645\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u0648\u0627\u0644\u0645\u0637\u0631 \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0633\u0648\u062f \u0641\u064a \u0639\u064a\u0646\u0640\u0640\u064a<\/p>\n \u064a\u062a\u0633\u0627\u0642\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0637 \u0632\u062e\u0627\u062a \u0632\u062e\u0640\u0640\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u064a\u062d\u0645\u0644\u0646\u064a \u0645\u0639\u0647 \u064a\u062d\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0645\u0644\u0646\u0640\u0640\u0640\u064a<\/p>\n \u0644\u0645\u0640\u0640\u0633\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0621 \u0648\u0631\u062f\u064a \u0627\u0644\u0634\u0640\u0631\u0641\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u00a0\u0648\u0623\u0646\u0627 \u0643\u0627\u0644\u0637\u0640\u0641\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0629 \u0641\u064a \u064a\u062f\u064a\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0647<\/p>\n \u0643\u0627\u0644\u0640\u0640\u0631\u064a\u0634\u0629 \u062a\u062d\u0645\u0644\u0647\u0627 \u0627\u0644\u0646\u0633\u0645\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u064a\u0647\u062f\u064a\u0646\u064a \u0634\u0645\u0633\u0627 \u064a\u0647\u062f\u064a\u0646\u064a \u0635\u064a\u0641\u0627<\/p>\n \u0648\u0642\u0637\u064a\u0639 \u0627\u0644\u0633\u0646\u0640\u0640\u0648\u0646\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0648\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u064a\u062e\u0640\u0640\u0628\u0631\u0646\u0640\u064a \u0623\u0646\u0640\u0640\u0640\u064a \u062a\u062d\u0640\u0641\u062a\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0647<\/p>\n \u0648\u0623\u0633\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0648\u064a \u0622\u0644\u0627\u0641 \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0646\u062c\u0640\u0640\u0645\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u0648\u0628\u0623\u0646\u064a \u0643\u0646\u0632 \u0648\u0628\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0623\u0646\u064a<\/p>\n \u0623\u062c\u0645\u0644 \u0645\u0640\u0640\u0627 \u0634\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0647\u0640\u0640\u0640\u062f \u0645\u0640\u0640\u0646 \u0644\u0648\u062d\u0640\u0640\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u00a0\u064a\u0631\u0648\u064a \u0623\u0634\u064a\u0627\u0621 \u062a\u062f\u0648\u062e\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0646\u064a<\/p>\n \u062a\u0646\u0633\u064a\u0646\u064a \u0627\u0644\u0645\u0631\u0642\u0635 \u0648\u0627\u0644\u062e\u0637\u0648\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627\u062a \u062a\u0642\u0644\u0628 \u062a\u0627\u0631\u064a\u062e\u0640\u0640\u0640\u064a<\/p>\n \u00a0\u062a\u062c\u0639\u0644\u0646\u064a \u0627\u0645\u0640\u0640\u0631\u0623\u0629 \u0641\u064a \u0644\u062d\u0638\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u064a\u0628\u0646\u064a \u0644\u064a \u0642\u0640\u0635\u0631\u0627\u064b \u0645\u0646 \u0648\u0647\u0645<\/p>\n \u0644\u0627 \u0623\u0633\u0643\u0640\u0640\u0646 \u0641\u0640\u0640\u064a\u0647 \u0633\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0648\u0649 \u0644\u062d\u0638\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u0648\u0623\u0639\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0648\u062f \u0644\u0637\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0648\u0644\u0640\u062a\u0640\u064a<\/p>\n \u0644\u0627\u0634\u0640\u0640\u064a\u0621 \u0645\u0639\u0640\u0640\u064a<\/p>\n \u0644\u0627\u0634\u0640\u0640\u064a\u0621 \u0645\u0639\u0640\u0640\u064a \u00a0\u2026 \u0625\u0644\u0627 \u0643\u0644\u0640\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627\u062a \u0644\u064a\u0633\u0640\u062a \u0643\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0644\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627\u062a<\/p>\n \n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In this post, I present one of the most beautiful poems of Nizar Qabbani that became a song by Majda Al-Roumy. It is called (\u0643\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0645\u0627\u062a) \u2018words\u2019. The poem, its translation and the video are given below. Enjoy! He tells me, when he dances with me,Words are not like other words He takes me, from under…<\/p>\n |