ستنتهي الحرب، ويتصافح القادة، وتبقى تلك العجوز تنتظر ولدها الشهيد، وتلك الفتاة تنتظر زوجها الحبيب، وأولئك الأطفال ينتظرون والدهم البطل. لا أعلم من باع الوطن ولكنني رأيت من دفع الثمن.
The war will end, and leaders will shake hands, and the old lady will still wait for her martyred son, and that woman will wait for her beloved husband, and those children will wait for their heroic father. I don’t know who sold our homeland, but I have seen who paid the price.
As someone who’s been a lover of traditional folk music from the British Isles for several decades, one thing I’ve learned is that “True Love” didn’t always mean what you think it means. In the older songs, “true love” is not some mystical quality, some type of connection that is magically better than other Loves. No. A love that is “true” merely means that your Love is “true TO YOU.” “True” as in faithful and loyal and trustworthy. A lover who will stand by you and with you no matter what comes. True the way a good sword is True. True the way a good knight is loyal. The contrast is “False Love,” which is a lover who betrays you, who cannot be trusted.
“True Love” isn’t something you find, it’s a vow and a choice that you make, every day, to BE TRUE.
