Kariat El Fingan (The coffee-cup reader)

She sat down. Sat down

Sat down, with the fear in her eyes

Pondering my upside down cup

She said: "Son, don't be sad"

She said: "Son, don't be sad"

"As love is what's written for you"

Oh, son.

............

Oh, son.

He was a martyr.

Oh, son.

He was a martyr.

Oh, son.

He was a martyr,

whoever died for their loved one.

Oh, son.

............

I've foretold

Foretold and predicted a lot

But I have never read

A cup that looked like yours.

I've foretold

Foretold and predicted a lot

But I have never known, son,

Sadness that was like yours.

............

Your fate is to forever swim

In the sea of love, with no ship

And your life will forever be

Forever, books of tears.

Your fate is to stay trapped,

between water and fire.

.....................

Despite how much it hurts,

Despite its misdeeds,

Despite the sadness haunting us,

day and night,

Despite the wind,

despite the rain and the storm,

Love will stay, my son,

Love will stay, my son,

The best fate

The best fate

Oh, son. Oh, son.

.................

(Your fate is to forever walk

In love, over the blade of a dagger

And to stay lonely, like a shell,

And to stay sad, like a willow tree

And to fall in love, a million times

And to come back like a dethroned king.)

(Your cup is a terrifying life

Your life is travel and war

You'll fall in love a lot, son

You'll die a lot, son

You'll love all the women on earth,

And come back like a dethroned king.)

.................

In your life, son, there is a woman,

Her eyes, Praise be to Allah

Her mouth, drawn like a panicle

Her laugh, music and roses

Her gipsy, crazy hair

Travels around the world

She might become a woman, son

that the heart loves

She's life

.................

But your sky is rainy

And your way is blocked

The love of your life, son

Is sleeping in a well-guarded palace,

(And the palace is large, son,

Dogs guard it, and soldiers

And the princess of your heart is asleep)

Whoever enters her room,

whoever asks for her,

Whoever comes close to the fence of her garden,

Whoever tries to untie her plait,

Oh, son!

Is doomed, is doomed.

.................

You'll search for her, son,

Everywhere

And you'll ask the waves of the sea about her,

And you'll ask the Turquoise on the shores

And you'll wander seas and seas,

And your tears will make rivers

And your sadness will grow

Into trees

.................

And you'll return one day, son

Defeated, with a broken soul,

And you'll know as the time passes,

That you had been chasing a line of smoke

As the love of your heart,

Doesn't have a land,

Or a home, or an address,

How hard is to love a woman,

My son, that doesn't have an address.

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Notes:

1- This is not literal translation.

2- The words between brackets are in the poem, but not the song.