Fairouz
A greeting from my heart to Beirut
kisses to the sea and to the houses
to a rock, which is like an old sailor’s face
She is made from the people’s soul..from wine
She is from his sweat…a bread and Jasmines
So how does her taste become? A taste of fire and smoke
Beirut has a glory of ashes
My city has turned out her lamp
By a child’s blood, who was over her hand
She’s shut her door, and became alone in the sky
Alone with the night
Arabic Text:
لِبَيرُوت، مِنْ قََلْبِي سَلاَمٌ لِبَيْرُوت
وَقُبَلٌ لِلْبَحْرِوَالبُيُوت
لِصَخْرَةٍ كَأَنَّهَا وَجْهُ بَحَّارٍ قََدِيمٍ
هِيَ مِنْ رُوحِ الشَّعْبِ خَمْرٌ، هِيَ مِنْ
عَرَقِهِ خُبْزٌوَاليَا سْمِيِن
فَكَيْفَ صَارَطَعْمُهَا طَعْمَ نَارٍ وَ دُخَّانٍ
لِبَيرُوت، مَجْدٌ مِنْ رَمَادٍ لِبَيْرُوت
مِنْ دَمٍ لِوَلَدٍ حُمِلَ فَوْقَ َيدِهَا
أَطْفَأتْ مَدِينَتي قَِنَْدِيلَهَا
أَغْلَقَتْ بَابَهَا
أَصْبَحَتْ فِي المَسَاءِ وَحْدَهَا، وَحْدَهَا وَاللَّيلُ
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