هاجَتْ مواجِعي
(نشيد الحنين)
هاجَتْ مواجِعُني وهَزَّ فُؤادِيَا
وغَفَا الحنينُ على صَدَى الأنغَامِ
وغَرَّدَ البُلبُلُ المسحورُ وانطلَقَتْ
أشجَانُهُ تسقِي المَدَى بسَلامِ
أصغَيتُ للألحانِ أسكُنُ نَغْمَهَا
والرُّوحُ تَسبَحُ في لَظَى الإلهَامِ
عادَ الحَنِينُ يُرَدِّدُ الكَلِمَاتِ في
صَوتٍ يُذيبُ الحُزنَ بالإلهَامِ
وبَكَى منَ البُعدِ المُلَاعِبُ شَوقُهُ
يَشْتَاقُ وَصْلًا بَاهِرَ الإكرَامِ
يَتَمَنَّى أَجنِحَةً تُقَلِّبُ فَوقَهُ
سُحُبَ السَّمَاءِ وتَحضُنهُ الأحلامِ
يَرنُو إلى نَغَمٍ جَمِيلٍ رَاقِصٍ
يُحيِي القُلُوبَ وَيُوقِظُ الأنغَامِ
يَحرِقنِي الشَّوقُ الَّذي فِي داخِلي
يَسْكُنْ كَنَارٍ فِي فُؤادِ الغَامِ
أَينَ التَّرَانِيمُ الَّتِي تَتَعَانَقُ الـ
أَصْوَاتُ فِيهَا بِالعُلا وَالسَّامِ
كَمْ لَحْظَةٍ مَرَّتْ وَقَلْبِيَ وَاجِمٌ
يَحْيَا الحَنِينَ وَيَغْرَقُ الأيَّامِ
صَوتِي تَكَسَّرَ فِي الحَنَاجِرِ وَانْطَفَى
وَتَخَافُ أَسْرَارِي مِنَ الإِلهَامِ
فَهِيَامِيَ الفَنُّ الجَمِيلُ وَصَوتُهُ
سِحرٌ يُجَمِّلُ وَجْهَ كُلِّ غَمَامِ
دَامَتْ نَبَضَاتُ الحُرُوفِ زَهِيرَةً
تُحيِي القُلُوبَ وَتَغْمُرُ الأيَّامِ
فَقَلْبِي وَالأُذْنُ الإِصغَاءُ شَاهِدَةٌ
أَنَّ الطُّرُوبَ لَهُ أَسَاسُ سَلامِ
دَقَّاتُ قَلْبِي تُوقِظُ العِشْقَ الَّذِي
يَسْرِي كَأَنْفَاسِ النَّدَى بِالظَّامِي
تَفْتَحْ لَهُ الأَبْوَابَ كُلَّ مَسَاءَةٍ
وَتُعِيدُ لِلحُلْمِ الضِّيَاءَ التَّامِ
يَا فَتًى، أَنْتَ الَّذِي لَا يَعْرِفُ الـ
مُستَحِيلَ، وَلَا يُذِيبُ مَلَامِي
كُلُّ الأَمَاسِي فِي الوِدَادِ مُرَنَّمَةٌ
تُداعِبُ الحَرفَ بِالعُلا وَالوَامِي
كُلُّ الحُرُوفِ نَسِيجُ حُبِّي وَالَّذِي
يَبْقَى كَصَوتِ الحُلمِ فِي الأَنسَامِ
يَا قَلَمِي، اكْتُبْ وَسَطَّرْ حِكْمَتِي
فَالحَرْفُ بَلسَمُ مُهجَتِي وَسَلامِي
كَلِمَاتُكَ الشِّفَاءُ لِكُلِّ جَارِحَةٍ
تَسْكُنْ قُلُوبَ العَاشِقِينَ الكِرَامِ
فَلْيَعُدِ البُلبُلُ الغَرِّيدُ مُغْرِدًا
يُشفِي الجِرَاحَ وَيَنْثُرُ الأَحلامِ
بقلم نادية التومي
My sorrows have stirred
(A Song of Longing)
My sorrows have stirred and shaken my heart
And longing slumbered upon the echo of melodies
And the enchanted nightingale sang and its sorrows were released
Its melodies watered the horizon with peace
I listened to the tunes, finding solace
Its melody
And the soul swims in the flames of inspiration
Longing returns, echoing the words in a voice that melts sorrow with inspiration
And the playful distance weeps, its yearning
For a connection of dazzling honor
He longs for wings to lift above him
The clouds of the sky and embrace him with dreams
He yearns for a beautiful, dancing melody
That revives hearts and awakens tunes
The longing within me burns
It dwells Like a fire in the heart of the forest
Where are the melodies where voices embrace in the highest heavens and the most sublime?
How many moments have passed while my heart is heavy with sorrow
Longing lives on and drowns the days
My voice It shattered in throats and faded away
And my secrets fear inspiration
For my passion is beautiful art and its voice
A magic that beautifies the face of every cloud
May the pulse of letters remain a flower
Reviving It beautifies the face of every cloud
May the pulse of letters remain blossoming
Reviving hearts and filling days
For my heart and listening ear bear witness
That joy has a foundation of peace
The beats My heart awakens the love that flows like dewdrops to the thirsty.
It opens its doors to it every evening, and restores to the dream its full light.
O youth, you are the one who knows no impossibility, nor does my blame melt away.
All evenings in affection are melodious, caressing the letters with sublimity and longing.
All letters are the fabric of my love, and that which
It remains like the sound of a dream in the breeze.
O my pen, write and record my wisdom,
For the letter is the balm of my soul and my peace.
Your words are the cure for every wound,
Dwelling in the hearts of noble lovers.
Let the melodious nightingale sing again
Healing wounds and scattering dreams
By Nadia Toumi