Your Egypt

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--QARIAT EL FINGAN" -- THE FORTUNE TELLER--

:) Listening to him singing this song gives me goose pimples, its by far my favourite poem of Qabbani , I can only listen to this late at night, Shushu forbade me to listen to it, she did not like to see me sad

8) I also like . Tobah ( never again ) and .Ahwak( I love you ) all the "LIVE versions ..very much in fact there are many songs here to enjoy. My regret is that I will never be there to listen to this great performer he certainly knows how to pull my heartstrings


A brief biography:

Abdel Halim Hafez was born on Feb. 6,1929 in the village of Halawat in Sharqia governorate, Egypt. He was orphaned at a young age, and raised to adulthood by an uncle and aunt. Hafez graduated from the Academy of Arabic Music in 1948. In time, he became one of the most beloved singers of his generation, not to mention acting and singing in a total of 16 movies. Sadly, Hafez died young—succumbing to complications from bilharzia (a water-borne parasite) on March 30, 1977.


:) Most songs start off with a long piece of music, I suppose it is to get you in the mood or maybe the performer is still at home and the musicians are just killing time until he arrives; :lol:

http://www.7alim.com/wma/entirelist.shtml

If you want to listen to the LIVE song, which is my favourite version ..
( it takes 57 minutes, click this ,( AFTER you open the link ;)

:idea: "Qariat El Fingan "(Live) :idea:
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or for a studio version which takes 43 minutes click ; Qariat El Fingan
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قارئة الفنجان

:!: To sing / read the lyrics of the The fortune teller; :!: in phonetic Arabic
http://www.orientaldancer.net/arabic-song-lyrics/abdel_halim_hafez_lyrics/095.html


For more lyrics of his songs ;

http://www.orientaldancer.net/arabic-song-lyrics/

THE FORTUNE TELLER

She sat.
She sat with a fearful look on her face and
Examined the overturned tea cup.
She said, my son, don't grieve.
For love is written for you,
My son.
My son, you will die a martyr.

But death is worth it for the one you love.
I interpreted it but thought it was a mistake.
Because I never read
A cup that resembles your cup.

I interpreted it but thought it was a mistake.
Because I never witnessed
Grief that resembles your grief.

You're doomed to never settle
In the ocean of love,
constantly changing paths.
And your life, all your life.
Your whole life, will be a story of tears.

You're doomed to always be imprisoned
Between water and fire.
Despite all that burns you.
And despite all that saddens you

And despite the grief that lives within you
Day and night
And despite the wind.
And despite the rainy and stormy weather.
Love has left you, my son.
The greatest of things. My son.

I swear to you, my son, this woman
Her eyes are beyond belief.
Her face looks like a painting.
Her laugh is as beautiful as a melody of roses.

And this wild and crazy gypsy's love for life
Travels all around the world.

One day, this woman, my son,
The love of your heart,
Becomes your whole world
But your sky becomes cloudy and torn.
And your path is blocked.

For your beloved, my son,
Sleeps in a large, gated castle.
He who enters its gates,
He who asks for her hand,
He who enters her cell.
He who tries to break her chains,
My son, will cause her to vanish.
Vanish!


You will try to search for her, my son
Everywhere.
And you will try to ask the waves of the sea
And everyone you meet about her.

And you'll travel ocean after ocean.
And your tears will flow like rivers.
And your grief will grow.
So great as to resemble a forest.

And you will return one day, my son,
Defeated, broken and wounded.
And you will realise at the end of your life,
That you were running after an illusion.

Because the love of your life,
Has neither land,
Nor country, no address.

It's impossible to love a woman,
My son, who has no home.
How difficullt it is to love a woman,
My son, who has no land.
Who has no home.
My son!