Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mawlana, artist - Sami Yusuf. Album song O Lovers: Music from the Unseen World, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 20.09.2020
Record label: ante
Song language: Arab
Mawlana(original) |
شربنا على ذكرِ الحبيبِ مدامةً |
سَكِرْنا بها، من قبلِ أن يُخلق الكَرمُ |
لها البدرُ كأسٌ وهيَ شمسٌ يديرها |
هِلالٌ، وكم يبدو إذا مُزِجَتْ نَجمُ |
ولولا شذاها ما اهتديتُ لحانها |
ولو لا سناها ما تصوَّرها الوهمُ |
ٍولم يُبْقِ مِنها الدَّهْرُ غيرَ حُشاشَة |
كأنَّ خَفاها، في صُدورِ النُّهى كَتْمُ |
ٍوفي سكرة ٍ منها ولو عمرَ ساعة |
تَرى الدَّهْرَ عَبداً طائِعاً، ولَكَ الحُكْمُ |
فلا عيشَ في الدُّنيا لمنْ عاشَ صاحياً |
ومنْ لمْ يمتْ سكراً بها فاتهُ الحزمُ |
In memory of the Beloved |
We drank a wine |
With which we had been drunk |
Before the creation of the vine |
The full moon was its cup |
While the wine was a sun passed round |
By a crescent, which when mixed |
How many stars appear! |
Mawlana |
If not for its fragrance |
I would never have been guided to its tavern |
If not for its radiance |
Imagination could never picture it |
Time preserved nothing of it, but a fading breath |
As if its being hidden in the breasts of the wise were concealed |
If you are drunk with it for but one hour |
You will see time an obedient slave at your command |
For there is no life in this world for one who lives sober |
And one who dies not drunk from it |
Resolution has passed him by |
(translation) |
We drank forever in the remembrance of the Beloved |
We got drunk with it, before generosity was created |
The full moon has a cup and she is the sun that directs it |
A crescent moon, and what it looks like if you mix a star |
And if it wasn't for her scent, her tune would not have been guided |
And if we had not forgotten it, the illusion would not have imagined it |
And there was nothing left of it except for ashes |
As if it had been hidden, in the breasts of prohibition it had been concealed |
And in drunkenness from it, even if he lives for an hour |
You see eternity as an obedient slave, and yours is the judgment. |
There is no life in the world for the one who lives sober |
Whoever does not die drunk with it will miss the packages |
In memory of the Beloved |
We drank a wine |
With which we had been drunk |
Before the creation of the vine |
The full moon was its cup |
While the wine was a sun passed round |
By a crescent, which when mixed |
How many stars appear! |
Mawlana |
If not for its fragrance |
I would never have been guided to its tavern |
If not for its radiance |
Imagination could never picture it |
Time preserved nothing of it, but a fading breath |
As if its being hidden in the breasts of the wise were concealed |
If you are drunk with it for but one hour |
You will see time an obedient slave at your command |
For there is no life in this world for one who lives sober |
And one who dies not drunk from it |
Resolution has passed him by |