A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.

… and life goes on


“In a dimly lit underground haven with loud music, stirred drinks, billiards, and futons, darkness was overcome, and once again beirut shone like a star.”

Echoing Fayrouz, the greatest Lebanese legend:

“Give me the flute, and sing
immortality lies in a song
and even after we’ve perished
the flute continues to lament
give me the flute then and sing
the best of prayer is song
did you sleep on the grass at night
and let space be your blanket
abstaining from all that will come
forgetful of all that has passed
give the flute then and sing
in singing is Justice for the heart
and even after every guilt
has perished
the flute continues to lament
give the flute and sing
forget illness and its cure
people are nothing but lines
which are scribbled on water.”


درس اليوم: صمود




  1. uhh7′ certinly have a gift!

  2. and I can not spell late at night it seems! :)

  3. haha, a gift for what?

  4. Fear of death is a delusion
    Harbored in the breasts of sages
    He who lives a single springtime
    Is like one who lives for ages
    Give to me the reed and sing thou
    For song is immortality
    And the plaint of reed remaineth
    After the joy and misery

    Gibran Khalil Gibran

  5. Actually, the words are for Gibran for “اعطني الناي و غني” and if you don’t mind, I’ll add the Arabic words….
    أعطني الناي وغني فالغنا سر الوجود
    وأنين الناي يبقى بعد أن يفنى الوجود

    هل إتخذت الغاب مثلي منزلاً دون القصور
    فتتبعت السواقي وتسلقت الصخور
    هل تحممت بعطره وتنشفت بنور
    وشربت الفجر خمراً من كؤوس من أثير

    هل جلست العصر مثلي بين جفنات العنب
    والعناقيد تدلت كثريات الذهب
    هل فرشت العشب ليلاً وتلحفت الفضاء
    زاهداً في ما سيأتي ناسياً ما قد مضى

    أعطني الناي وغني وانسى داء ودواء
    إنما الناس سطورٌ كتبت لكن بماء

  6. :) Of course the Arabic words are so much more beautiful- it’s as if they are ringing.

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