TWO LEIDER (2014)
For female voice and piano – ca. 11′
Text by Zeinab Mawassi and W. Abou Diab
October 23, 2022 Les nuits de Tabaris, performed by Soprano Lara Joekhadar and pianist Armen Kechek, Bayt Tabaris, Ashrafieh, Beirut, Lebanon.
June 7, 2022 Les Musicales de Liban, performed by Beirut Contemporary ensemble, Cathédrale Notre Dame de Liban, Paris.
June 5, 2022 Belfort International music festival, performed by Beirut Contemporary ensemble, ATRIA –Cathédrale Saint Christophe 11 Place d’Armes, Belfort, France,
June 4, 2022 Belfort International music festival, performed by Beirut Contemporary ensemble, ATRIA – Cathédrale Saint Christophe 11 Place d’Armes, Belfort, France
June 3, 2022 Belfort International music festival, performed by Beirut Contemporary ensemble, ATRIA – Auditorium Avenue de l’Espérance, Belfort, France.
Live recording from Les Musicales Du Liban 2022 concert by Beirut Contemporary Ensemble
Music and poem by Wajdi Abou Diab
Soprano: Lara Jokhadar
Piano: Betty Salkhanian Kourtian
Video: Zeinab Mawassi
7 June 2022
Cathedral of Notre Dame du Liban – Paris
| Don’t cry | إيّاك والبُكاء |
| They are the ones who made our spirit inanimate | فَهم من جعلوا من روحنا جماد |
| They are the ones who planted ashes in our sun | وهم من زرعوا في شمسنا رماد |
| Don’t cry | إيّاك والبكاء |
| They are the ones who said for peace | فهم من قالوا لأجل السّلام |
| Our lives are in vain | حياتنا هباء |
| Don’t cry | إيّاك والبكاء |
| Time is in the hands of the oppressed as a weapon | والوقت في يد المظلوم سلاح |
| And hope in the chest of the executioner as spears | والأمل في صدر الجلّاد رماح |
| Don’t cry | إيّاك والبكاء |
| You are the truth, you are the force, you are the revolution | وأنت الحقّ، أنت القوّة، أنت الثّورة |
| And the revolution does not come without pain | والثّورة لا تأتي من دون عناء |
| without singing | من دون غناء |
| Don’t cry | إيّاك والبكاء |
| wreck wreck | حطام حطام |
| A civilization destroyed by peace | حضارة دمّرها السّلام |
| And a baby girl was born in the war | وطفلة بالحرب ولدت |
| What is her fault if her heart is full of hatred? | ما ذنبها بالحقد جُبلت |
| she will grow up and the language of speech | ستكبر ولغة الكلام |
| fills her heart with Darkness | تملأ قلبها بالظلّام |
| And why cry? | وما نفع البكاء |
| And the tragedy of our children laments | ولمأساة أطفالنا الرّثاء |
| And the listeners are asleep | والسامعون نيام |
| Don’t cry | إيّاك والبكاء |
| (Poem by Wajdi Abou Diab) | (شعر وجدي أبو ذياب) |
Live recording from FIMU 2022 concert by Beirut Contemporary Ensemble
Music by Wajdi Abou Diab
Text by Zeinab Mawassi
Soprano: Lara Jokhadar
Piano: Betty Salkhanian Kourtian
Video: Zeinab Mawassi
5 June 2022
Cathedral of Saint-Christophe de Belfort – France
| Nothing will change | لَنْ يَتَغَيَّرَ شَيْءٌ |
| love for you is generated in a split second, millions of times. | فَالْحُبُّ لِأَجْلِكَ يَخْلُقُ فِي اَلثَّانِيَةِ مَلَايِين اَلْمَرَّاتِ |
| Red roses blossom in the soil at the end of the street. | وَتُرَابٌ فِي طَرَفِ اَلشَّارِعِ |
| Roses that we will form from a love that will grow. | يَخْلُقُ وَرْدًا أَحْمَر |
| Roses that we will form from, | سَنَصْنَعُ مِنْ وَرْدِ اَلشَّارِعِ حُبًّا أَحْمَر |
| a sun, and a sky that does not rain, | وَسَيَكْبُرُ هَذَا اَلْحُبِّ كَمَا قُلْنَا عَنْهُ سَيَكْبُرُ |
| to flourish in my heart, whatever it may be, | وَسَنَصْنَعُ مِنْ وَرْدِ اَلشَّارِعِ شَمْسًا وَسَمَاءٌ لَا تُمْطِرُ |
| roses, your crimson roses. | لَا تُمْطِرُ إِلَّا كَيْ يَحْيَا فِي قَلْبِي مَا كَانَ سَيُزْهِرُ |
| I’ll love you more than my own and make you mine. | وَرْد. . . |
| I shall walk in your love for all eternity and say, | وَرْدُكَ ذَاكَ اَلْأَحْمَر |
| “Neither I nor the choices we made will change.” | سَأُحِبُّكُ أَكْثَر مِنْ نَفْسِي |
| As dawn rises for you, and so does my love for you, | وَسَأَجْعَلُ مِنْ نَفْسِكَ نَفْسِي |
| no tides nor yellow wind can take away. | وَسَأَمْشِي فِي حُبِّكَ دَهْرًا |
| I will love you till the end of time, | وَأَقُولُ بِأَنِّي كَالْأَشْيَاءِ لَا أَتَغَيَّرُ |
| so make me a part of you and tell my trees to thrive. | لَنْ يَتَغَيَّرَ إِلَّا مَا قَرَّرْنَا أَنْ يَتَغَيَّرَ |
| I will love you till the last day of life, | فَالصُّبْحُ لِأَجْلِكَ يَطْلَعُ |
| and in the afterlife, | وَالْحُبُّ لِأَجْلِكَ لَا يَأْخُذُهُ اَلْجَزْرَ |
| I will engrave you in my mind. | وَلَا اَلرِّيحُ اَلْأَصْفَرُ |
| To remember… | سَأُحِبُّكُ حَتَّى آخِرٍ يَوْمٍ مِنْ تَارِيخِ اَلْحُبِّ |
| (Translation by Shaymaa Khalaf) | وَمِنْ تَارِيخِ اَللَّهِ |
| فَاجْعَلْنِي رَمَقًا مِنْكَ | |
| أَخْبِرْ أَشْجَارِي أَنْ تُثْمِرَ | |
| سَأُحِبُّكُ حَتَّى آخِرِ يَوْمٍ مِنْ أَيَّامِ اَلْكَوْنِ | |
| وَبَعْدَ اَلْكَوْنِ | |
| سَأَحْفِرُ فِي ذَاكِرَتِي | |
| كَيْ أَتَذَكَّرَ | |
| (شعر زينب مواسي) |
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