Bassam Rekany - Tilkefeh

  • Artist: Bassam Rekany
  • Song: Tilkefeh
  • Year: 2017
  • Album: Tilkefeh
  • Track: 1
  • Lyrics by: Unknown
  • Melody by: Bassam Rekany
  • Arranged by: Unknown

rji3la mathee tel kepeh akh kaloo khleetha
l’bathwatha shimsha zriqla makh qametha
b’khela d’mara esho3 b’pesha n6irta
min kol dishmin kapoora b’pesha stirta



o 7ef d’khilla o shtela o khena lakhma
q6illa o gnoola malaneh d’la ra7ma
6ardikh siryeh o shikhtaneh o nasheh beesheh
d’khena tel kepeh b’aqleh peshee deesheh



b’shimma d’deena wirrae o twirrae sleewatan
d’la kh6eeta p6ikhlae kolla qorawathan
ewakh o peshakh akhnee nashah ateeqeh
khipyayeh o naghleh b’peshee b’silta tleeqeh



o shlama l’kollae ma7alathakh ya tel kepeh
asmar o 3ewro o dikho o 3abro o samoona
sha3yoota o shando qashat o shammamee
geezeh o marta shmooni o ma7ala d’yalda

ܪܓ̰ܝܼܥ ܠܵܗ̇ ܡܵܬ̣ܝܼ ܬܹܠ ܟܹܐܦܹܐ ܐܲܝܟ̣ ܟܵܠܘܿ ܚܠܝܼܬ̣ܵܐ
ܠܒܲܬ̣ܘܵܬ̣̈ܵܐ ܫܸܡܫܵܐ ܙܪܝܼܩ ܠܵܗ̇ ܡܐܲܝܟ̣ ܩܲܕ݇ܡܵܝܬ̣ܵܐ
ܒܚܲܝܠܵܐ ܕܡܵܪܲܢ ܝܼܫܘܿܥ ܒܦܵܝܫܵܐ ܢܛܝܼܪܬܵܐ
ܡ̣ܢ ܟܠ ܕܸܫ̰ܡܸܢ ܟܵܦܘܿܪܵܐ ܒܦܵܝܫܵܐ ܣܬܝܼܪܬܵܐ



ܘܚܲܝܦ̮ ܕܐ݇ܟ̣ܸܠ ܠܲܝܗܝ ܘܫܬܹܐ ܠܲܝܗܝ ܘܐ݇ܚܸܪ݇ܢܵܐ ܠܲܚܡܵܗ̇
ܩܛܝܼܠ ܠܲܝܗܝ ܘܓܢܝܼܒ̣ ܠܲܝܗܝ ܡܵܐܠܵܢܹ̈ܐ ܕܠܵܐ ܪܲܚܡܵܐ
ܛܵܪܕܲܚ ܣܸܪ̈ܝܹܐ ܘܫܸܚܬܵܢܹ̈ܐ ܘܐ݇ܢܵܫܹ̈ܐ ܒܝܼܫܹ̈ܐ
ܕܐ݇ܚܹܪ݇ܢܵܐ ܒܬܹܠ ܟܹܐܦܹܐ ܒܐܲܩܠܹ̈ܐ ܦܵܝܫܝܼ ܕܝܼܫܹ̈ܐ



ܒܫܸܡܵܐ ܕܕܝܼܢܵܐ ܥܒ̣ܝܼܪܲܝܗܝ ܘܬܒ̣ܝܼܪܲܝܗܝ ܨܠܝܼܒ̣ܵܬܲܢ
ܕܠܵܐ ܚܛܝܼܬ̣ܵܐ ܦܬܝܼܚ ܠܲܝܗܝ ܟܠܲܝܗܝ ܩܲܒ̣ܪ̈ܵܘܵܬܲܢ
ܝܼܘܲܚ ܘܒܦܵܝܫܲܚ ܐܲܚܢܲܢ ܐ݇ܢܵܫ̈ܵܗ̇ ܥܲܬܝܩܹ̈ܐ
ܚܸܦܝܵܝܹ̈ܐ ܘܢܲܓ̣ܠܹ̈ܐ ܒܕ݇ ܦܵܝܫܝܼ ܒܣܲܐܠܬܵܐ ܛܠܝܼܩܹ̈ܐ



ܘܫܠܵܡܵܐ ܠܟܠܲܝܗܝ ܡܵܚܲܠܵܬܵܟ̣̈ܝ ܝܵܐ ܬܹܠ ܟܹܐܦܹܐ
ܐܲܣܡܵܪ ܘܥܵܒ̣ܪܘܼ ܘܕܸܟ̣ܘܼ ܘܥܲܒܪܘܼ ܘܣܵܡܘܼܢܵܐ
ܫܲܥܝܘܼܬܵܐ ܘܫܲܢܕܘܼ ܩܵܫܲܐܬ ܘܫܲܡܵܡܝܼ
ܓܝܼܙܹܐ ܘܡܲܪܬܝ ܫܡܘܿܢܝܼ ܘܡܵܚܲܠܵܐ ܕܝܲܠܕܵܐ

My village, Tel Keppe, returned like a beautiful bride
Upon the houses, the sun shown as before
By the power of our Lord Jesus, she will remain guarded
From every infidel enemy, she will remain defended



A shame that they ate and drank and more, her bread
They killed and stole properties/possessions without mercy
We will expel the loathsome and filthy, and evil people
So the next time, in Tel Keppe, they will be trampled with feet



In the name of religion they entered and destroyed our crosses
Without shame they opened all of our graves
We are and will remain, us, her ancient people
The barefoot and the bastards will be lost to the sands



And peace/greetings to all you’re quarters, Oh Tel Keppe
Asmar and Awro and Dikho and Abro and Samona
Shaayuta and Shando and Qashat and Shamami
Geeze and Mart Shmoni (St. Samone) and the quarter of Yalda