YA TAIR
(O Bird)
(Lyrics & Music: Rahbani Brothers)
Fayrouz


O bird flying 
on the tip of the world 
If you would only tell 
the beloved about me 
O bird. 
Go ask the one who is alone 
and wounded, all remedies of no avail 
pained and not telling 
what pains him 
and in his memory recur 
nights of childhood. 
O bird who carries 
the color of trees 
in which there's nothing but boredom 
and waiting 
with the sun's eye I wait 
on coldness of stone 
the hands of reparation shake me 
and I am troubled. 
I beseech you by your teachers 
which are equal to my days 
I beseech by the thorn-rose and the wind 
if you are going toward those 
whom I love 
and were love to erupt again 
take me even for one minute 
and return me. 



(Contributed by Sovie Izzet - June 2003)