بلاد على أهبة الفجر
عما قليل
تنام الكواكب في لغة الشعر
عمّا قليل
نودع هذا الطريق الطويل
ونسأل: من أين نبدأ؟
عما قليل
نحذّر نرجسنا الجبلي الجميل
من الافتتان بصورته: لم تعد
صالحاً للقصيدة ، فانظر
إلى عابرات السبيل

عَمَّا قَلِيلْ | محمود درويش

أُخفِي الهَوَى وَمَدَامِعِي تُبْدِيهِ
وَأُمِيتُهُ وَصَبَابَتِي تُحْيِيهِ
وَمُعَذِّبِي حُلْوُ الشَّمَائِلِ أَهْيَفٌ،
قَدْ جُمِّعَتْ كلُّ المَحَاسِنِ فِيهِ
فكأنهُ فِي الحُسْنِ صُورَةُ يوسفٍ،
وكأنني فِي الحُزنِ مِثْلُ أبيهِ
يا حارقا بالنار وجه محبه
مهلا فإنّ مدامعي تطفيهِ
أحرق بها جسدي و كل جوارحي
واحرص على قلبي فإنك فيهِ
إن أنكر العشاق فيك صبابتي
فأنا الهوى و ابن الهوى و أبيهِ

أُخفِي الهَوَى وَمَدَامِعِي تُبْدِيهِ | ابن الفارض

تِهْ دَلاَلاً فأَنْتَ أهْلٌ لِذَاكا
وتحَكّمْ فالحُسْنُ قد أعطاكا
ولكَ الأمرُ فاقضِ ما أنتَ قاض
فَعَلَيَّ الجَمَالُ قد وَلاّكَا
وتَلافي إن كان فه ائتلافي
بكَ عَجّلْ به جُعِلْتُ فِداكا
وبِمَا شِئْتَ في هَواكَ اختَبِرْنِي
فاختياري ما كان فيِه رِضَاكَا
فعلى كُلّ حالَةٍ أنتَ مِنّي
بيَ أَوْلى إذ لم أَكنْ لولالكا
وكَفَاني عِزّاً بحُبّكَ ذُلّي
وخُضوعي ولستُ من أكْفاكا
وإذا ما إليكَ بالوَصْلِ عَزّتْ
نِسْبَتِي عِزّةً وصَحّ وَلاكا
أبْقِ لي مقْلَةً لَعَلّيَ يوماً
قبل مَوتي أَرَى بها مَنْ رآكا

تِهْ دَلَالًا فَأَنْتَ أَهْلٌ لِذَاكَا | ابن الفارض

This timeless Tunisian Sufi chant carries the spirit of the Hadhra tradition — voices rising in remembrance and devotion. The lyrics, “I was made by a Maker, ever-present, all-seeing, the doer of good,” invoke divine presence, mercy, and trust.

Blending ancestral tones with our own medicine music, we bring this heritage chant into a new space of prayer, trance, and collective heart — a reminder that whoever turns to the Source carries no fear, only the embrace of the Compassionate.

Ana Sana'ani Saana | انا صنـعني صانع

This track is a quiet conversation between two voices. The oud speaks first with a shy hello. The guitar answers with a smile. They trade lines like two people walking slowly through a courtyard at dusk, not rushing, just enjoying the moment. Nothing loud. Nothing busy. Just soft light, easy breath, and a feeling that love knows how to listen.

Play it while the evening settles. Let it fill the room without taking it over. It is music for candlelight, for coffee cooling on the table, for reading a page twice because the mood feels better than the words. When the last notes fade, the silence feels friendly.

Oud & Guitar in Saba Romance - Instrumental Lounge Fusion

The day slows, and the courtyard fills with gold. The oud speaks first—unhurried, close—then guitar answers like warm light on stone. They trade gentle phrases while the evening gathers: small smiles, soft steps, the hush of a garden at dusk. Nothing rushes. Nothing crowds. It’s music for candlelight, for a last cup of tea, for letting the room breathe. When the final notes fade, the quiet feels friendly.

Sunset in the Alhambra (with Ambient Fountain)

A soft rain finds the courtyards of Granada. The oud speaks in warm, unhurried phrases; the guitar answers like light on wet stone. Small echoes, quiet smiles, and the hush that comes after the first drops. It feels like walking slow under arches, listening to the city breathe. Put it on for reading, late tea, or a calm evening—when the rain is part of the room.

Rain Over Granada (Jadaka al-Ghaithu)

A gentle, flowing instrumental that carries the grace of the old Andalusian song Lamma Bada Yatathanna.

This is a warm and acoustic reimagining of a timeless piece. The oud and nylon guitar guide the melody, while qanun and ney reply with delicate touches. The rhythm stays faint and distant, giving space for the music to breathe. It moves with the calm sway of lantern light in a courtyard at night - rising, falling, and lingering with quiet beauty. Close your eyes and let it drift, as if time itself has slowed to listen.

Andalusian Grace - Lamma Bada Yatathanna

An Andalusian walk in a calm, mid-tempo stride. The oud leads with a clear theme, circling back with quiet warmth like turning a familiar corner into light. Nylon textures and a soft pulse keep the path steady while the melody does the traveling. Think courtyards, arches, and tiles after the first breeze. It is reflective, unhurried, and made for long listening. Add it to playlists for focus, evening drives, slow mornings, and reading sessions. “Return on the Breeze · Andalusian Oud Instrumental” sits within String of a Compass as a moment of arrival, where distance closes and the heart rests.

Return on the Breeze · Andalusian Oud Instrumental

A calm shoreline walk in Andalusian colors. The oud leads a clear theme while a soft pulse keeps a steady pace. Think arches, sea light, and wet sand under hoof. Reflective, unhurried, and built for long listens, reading, evening drives, and slow mornings.

You step onto the shoreline and the day is just beginning. A single oud line draws the first path in wet sand, simple and sure, with the sea breathing close by. The rhythm settles into a steady walk and the theme returns a little warmer, like sunlight lifting off the water. You pass white walls and narrow lanes that open to blue. The melody looks farther out, widening its curve, then finds its way back to the clear refrain that started it all.

Midway the coast opens. Phrases lengthen and the oud rides higher for a short stretch, a quiet canter beside the surf, then settles again into the walking groove. Small replies answer from the edges, not to show off, but to mark the distance you have covered. The harmony shades for a moment, a nearby color that changes the light, then the air clears and the main path comes into view once more.

As the shore bends the theme returns with calm resolve. It lands more deeply in the pocket, footprints beside your earlier footprints, straighter and more certain. The final bars ease the pace, the surf draws close, and the last tone stands in open air. This is an Andalusian coastline in sound. Freedom with direction. Motion without rush. Music to walk by, to read by, to find your horizon and keep moving toward it.

Andalusian Coastline · Oud Lead Instrumental

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Nomad lyricist and techologist. Very obsessed with reviving classic poetry and using music as a time machine where distant epochs intertwine.

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