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Bladi - La mia città natale
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Translated into Italian by: Elia Boccara from the French poem by Emile Tubiana - See English version below.
Bladi By Emile Tubiana (La mia città natale) Translation to Italian by Elia Boccara Sono tornato da te,mia città dopo questa lunga nostalgia Ho sentito le radici del mio cuore, come le rose e il gelsomino Nella tua terra benedetta, il tuo grano abbondante Le tue montagne verdi distese come un tappeto Da lontano ti ho onorata e per il mio compleanno sono arrivato. Ti ho visitata, mia città dopo anni di lontananza, Ho rivisto la mia infanzia, quando ti ho scorta da lontano. La tua bellezza è grande, e migliore delle ricchezze, La tua bellezza è quella della mia mamma quando mi allattava, Tornerò verso di te, mia città, senza trucco e senza henné Con l'animo sereno e il cuore puro Affinché di te si dicano solo parole di verità E parole di amore e di purezza, del nostro Signore. Da te ho strappato un bacio, hai aperto il mio cuore all'amore Ricordandoti oggi il mio cuore ha trovato pace La tua gioia è la mia, il tuo amore è il mio. 19 gennaio 1993 My Home Town (Blahdee) I returned to you, my town, After this long nostalgia I felt the roots of my heart Like roses and jasmine On your blessed soil Your abundant wheat Your green mountains Displayed like a carpet From afar, I honored you And on my birthday I arrived. I visited you, my town After years of being far away I saw my childhood again When I saw you from a distance Your beauty was great And better than riches Your beauty is that of my mother When I was nursing I will return to you, my town Without make-up or henna With my serene soul and pure heart So that they may only say of you Words of truth And words of our Lord Of love and purity I sneaked a kiss from you You have opened my heart to love Remembering you today My heart is appeased Your joy is mine Your love is mine In you center rests the neighborhood of our ancestors The eye* of the sun, the source of sources All of honey and light I feed myself on you From my young age, until now In Arabic, the same word is used for “eye” and “source”. E’in Esemsh (eye or source of the sun) is the old part of my home town. Ma ville natale* (Traduction) Je suis revenu à toi, ma ville Après cette longue nostalgie J'ai senti les racines de mon coeur, Comme les roses et le jasmin Dans ta terre bénie, Ton blé abondant, Tes montagnes vertes Etalées comme un tapis De loin je t'ai honorée Et à mon anniversaire je suis arrivé. Je t'ai visitée, ma ville, Après des années d'éloignement, J'ai revu mon enfance, Quand je t'ai apperçue de loin. Ta beauté est grande, Et meilleure que les richesses, Ta beauté est celle de ma maman Lorsque je tétais. Je retounerai vers toi, ma ville, Sans maquillage et sans henné Avec mon âme sereine et mon coeur pur Afin que l’on ne dise de toi Que des paroles de vérité Et des paroles d'amour et de pureté, De notre seigneur J'ai arraché de toi une bise, Tu as ouvert mon coeur à l'amour Se souvenant de toi aujourd'hui, Mon coeur est apaisé Ta joie est la mienne, Ton amour est le mien Dans ton centre repose Le quartier de nos ancêtres, L'oeil* du soleil, La source des sources, Toute en miel et en lumière Je me nourris de toi Depuis mon jeune âge, à ce jour. * En Arabe, l'oeil veut aussi dire "source" Copyright 1992 Emile Tubiana Bladi Ba'ad el ouahch reja'at lik ya bladi. A'arouch qalbi hassitem, Kif elouard ouel yasmin. Fihardek lemqadcha Qamhek elembaza' Jbalek elkhadra Kif el ahssira mfarcha. Men elby'id a'azitek Ouyom miladi jitek Zourtek ya bladi Ba'ad essnin ouel ghorba Tfakert zoukhri laoulani Kif chouftek mel by'id Zinek ekbir Ajmel men elkhir Zinek oua zin omi Kif kunt nerda'a Narja'a lik ya bladi Bla harqouss oubla hena Rouhi mheni ou qalbi safi La had yeqoul a'alik Ella leklam eshih Klam el houb elmlih Ouklam rabna el a'ali Nahit menek ouahcha Ou halit li qalbi lel emhaba Tfakertik el youm Ou qalbi matmoun Zahyietek hiya zahyiti Ou hobek houa hobi Fi qalbek houmet ejdoud E'in esemch, e'in el a'youn Koulha a'assel ou nour Rada'a menik, Men soukhri lelyoum. Copyright 1992 Emile Tubiana

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 12, 2010

Beautiful Emile as are all the words you share.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Dear Emile, bless those that can read Italian (and French) because some things doesn't sound as sweet and longing as when them are said with a Latin tongue.

Georg

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

I wish my Dad was still alive to translate these beautiful words to me. I am ashamed to say I do not understand Italian.

GOD BLESS YOU
Tony

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 11, 2010

It always feels good to return to the place where you were born. A place filled with many memories...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Paul Berube

I imagine this is very nice but, to be honest, I don't understand a single word. ;-) God bless.