الفن فين يا حُلم (1 )
ضاع النغم مـ الوتر
والوش جننى
والفن حاله اتعوج
وأنا لسة مستنى
تعالى عيد فننا
يا عندليب غنى
يا مسك أهل النغم
يا كف متحنى
هاجرت طيور الغنا
ما اعرفش راحت فين
كل الأصيل اغترب
وتاهت العناوين
كل اللى فاضل نشاز
قاعد على الصفين
زى الردئ الهزيل
عايم على الميا
أما الأصيل فى النغم
بيدفنوه فى الطين
يا عندليب فننا
شوف الطرب مالُهْ
دحاله أصبح عدم
تعالى شوف حاله
بقى النغم درَبُكهْ
فى كل أحوالُه
والكل غاوى غُنا
فرحان بمواله
والحظ لو يخدمه
يبقى النقيب خالُه
تمشى الأمور والسكك
تِسلك وتحلى له
يا عندليب النغم ...
سيرتك خلود فـ خلود
فنك برغم السفر
فوق الجميع موجود
والغصن مهما دبل
يفضل عبيره يجود
والتوبة فيها الشفا
زى الهوى وموعود
الفن فين يا حليم ..؟
عمر اللى راح ميعود ؟!
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(1) الفنان الراحل عندليب الأغنية العربية
نشرت فى مجلة اتصالات المستقبل
عدد يوليو 2009
ترجمة : طارق منيب
Where is the Art Sense Our Singer Holom - The Late Singer Abdulhalim Hafez
By: Ibrahim Khalil Ibrahim
Melody is lost from the gut
And noise made me mad
Art is deviated
But I am still waiting
Come again in the feasts
And sing for us as our nightingale
You were the essence of singers
You were kind hand
The singing birds immigrated
To unknown places
All the rooters exiled
And addresses are lost
All the remains are dissonant
Sitting on the two sides
As the inferior and lean
Is shown above water
But the original melody
Is buried in clay
Our art nightingale
What happened to glee
It became nonsense
Please come to see
Melody became noises
All want to sing
Pleased by vocal songs
Luck may be the link
If he gets a relative support
All the ways will be paved
Tracked and beautiful
Our melody nightingale
Your view is deathless
Although the death has come
Your art is happiness
Found above all
Although the branch is paled
The perfume is smelt
Your songs are alive:
Contrition song is survived
Like the other songs:
Like love and unlucky