Lyrics

[ intro ]
‏There was only a tree,
كانت هُناكَ شَجَرَةٌ فَقَطْ،

‏and there were no houses, nor a door.
ولَمْ يَكُنْ هُناكَ بُيُوتٌ، وَلَا بَابٌ.

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‏He was terrified, like an animal's fear.
كانَ فَزَعًا، كَفَزَعِ الحَيَوَانِ.

‏There was nothing
لَمْ يَكُنْ هُناكَ

‏but cruelty,
سِوَى القَسْوَةِ

‏terror, and fear.
وَالفَزَعِ وَالخَوْفِ.

‏And he asked himself a question,
وَسَأَلَ سُؤَالًا لِلنَّفْسِ:

‏Who is stronger, him or the lion?
مَنِ الأَقْوَى، هُوَ أَمِ الأَسَدِ؟

‏And who is this smooth snake,
وَمَنْ هَذِهِ الأَفْعَى النَّاعِمَةُ،

‏moving slyly
تَسِيرُ بِخُبْثٍ

‏sneaking in, to snatch the sleeper's soul
وَتَتَسَلَّلُ، لِلنَّائِمِ تَخْطَفُ رُوحَهُ

‏from inside the dream.
مِنْ دَاخِلِ الحُلْمِ.

‏And he stared at the bird,
وَشَرَدَ لِلطَّيْرِ،

‏wondering why it didn't have wings like him
وَلِمَاذَا لَيْسَ لَهُ جَنَاحَانِ مِثْلَهُ

‏to escape to the sky
لِيَهْرُبَ بِهِمَا إِلَى السَّمَاءِ

‏and flee from the fear on the ground.
وَيَفِرَّ مِنَ الخَوْفِ بِالأَرْضِ.

‏He thought of the falcon,
وَفَكَّرَ فِي الصَّقْرِ،

‏wondering why the falcon flew,
لِمَاذَا طَارَ الصَّقْرُ،

‏and on a dark, pitch-black night,
وَفِي لَيْلَةٍ حَالِكَةٍ كَاحِلَةٍ،

‏a light fell to the ground,
سَقَطَ نُورٌ عَلَى الأَرْضِ،

‏a light like the light of the sky's lamp.
نُورٌ كَنُورِ مِصْبَاحِ السَّمَاءِ.

‏But he felt it burning,
لَكِنَّهُ شَعَرَ بِأَنَّهُ يَحْتَرِقُ،

‏and he did not know fire,
وَلَمْ يَكُنْ يَعْرِفُ النَّارَ،

‏nor the meaning of burning.
وَلَا مَعْنَى الحَرْقِ.

‏But he said after the "Ah," "Ah."