words كلمات

[Zayed Alghamdi]

Hello every one , this is first participation for me , I'd love to start with a poem by Nizar Qabbani , the most famous poet in Arab world ..

Have a nice time




Words

He lets me listen, when he moves me,

Words are not like other words

He takes me, from under my arms

He plants me, in a distant cloud

And the black rain in my eyes

Falls in torrents, torrents

He carries me with him, he carries me

To an evening of perfumed balconies

And I am like a child in his hands

Like a feather carried by the wind

He carries for me seven moons in his hands

and a bundle of songs

He gives me sun, he gives me summer

and flocks of swallows

He tells me that I am his treasure

And that I am equal to thousands of stars

And that I am treasure, and that I am

more beautiful than he has seen of paintings

He tells me things that make me dizzy

that make me forget the dance and the steps

Words...which overturn my history

which make me a woman...in seconds

He builds castles of fantasies

which I live in...for seconds...

And I return...I return to my table

Nothing with me...

Nothing with me...except words.

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the poem here as a song by Majedah Alromi :

http://www.damascus-online.com/Music/nizar/kalimat.ram
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[Devil's tear]

Hello every one , this is first participation for me , I'd love to start with a poem by Nizar Qabbani , the most famous poet in Arab world ..

Have a nice time




Words

He lets me listen, when he moves me, ​

Words are not like other words ​

He takes me, from under my arms ​

He plants me, in a distant cloud ​

And the black rain in my eyes ​

Falls in torrents, torrents ​

He carries me with him, he carries me ​

To an evening of perfumed balconies ​

And I am like a child in his hands ​

Like a feather carried by the wind ​

He carries for me seven moons in his hands ​

and a bundle of songs ​

He gives me sun, he gives me summer ​

and flocks of swallows ​

He tells me that I am his treasure ​

And that I am equal to thousands of stars ​

And that I am treasure, and that I am ​

more beautiful than he has seen of paintings ​

He tells me things that make me dizzy ​

that make me forget the dance and the steps ​

Words...which overturn my history ​

which make me a woman...in seconds ​

He builds castles of fantasies ​

which I live in...for seconds... ​

And I return...I return to my table ​

Nothing with me... ​

Nothing with me...except words.​

the poem here as a song by Majedah Alromi :​

http://www.damascus-online.com/Music/nizar/kalimat.ram​

This poet is an angel. I adore him and I wonder if God created him as a human!!.
Alla yerhamu.
The singer is Majdah Oh I adore her so much. You can't imagine her feelings when she sings. I think she should be the sacred angel.
This is a classic arabic. This is our sacred language.
Thank you.​

 

[Zayed Alghamdi]

This poet is an angel. I adore him and I wonder if God created him as a human!!.

Alla yerhamu.
The singer is Majdah Oh I adore her so much. You can't imagine her feelings when she sings. I think she should be the sacred angel.
This is a classic arabic. This is our sacred language.

Thank you.​

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