Elissa - Ah Min Hawak

Ah Min Hawak

ya 7abiby b2elly keef, keef beyensany hawak
3omry sar sayf w khareef, ma bey3eesh la7za balak
ya 7abiby men zaman, zayed 3alayee assak
7eeraneh w alby 7eeran, la7za mesh 2ader yensaak

ya 7abiby b2elly keef, keef beyensany hawak
3omry sar sayf w khareef, ma bey3eesh la7za balak
ya 7abiby men zaman, zayed 3alayee assak
7eeraneh w alby 7eeran, la7za mesh 2ader yensaak

ana meen 3andy baa3dak, w lameen alby bekoon
men hawak ah men hawak, ah men alby el majafaak
shu saar b7obak su saar, yally 7ayatee seneen
seneen dayaa3

ana meen 3andy baa3dak, w lameen alby bekoon
men hawak ah men hawak, ah men alby el majafaak
shu saar b7obak su saar, yally 7ayatee seneen
seneen dayaa3

ya 7abiby la la tgheeb, roo7y ma bto7mol ghyabak
enta bee 3omry el 7abib, 3omry mendoonak saraab
ya 7abiby 7addy koon, la malaam w la 3etaab
bein gharamy wel junoon, beghraa2 eb-ba7r el 3azaab

ana meen 3andy baa3dak, w lameen alby bekoon
men hawak ah men hawak, ah men alby el majafaak
shu saar b7obak su saar, yally 7ayatee seneen
seneen dayaa3

ana meen 3andy baa3dak, w lameen alby bekoon
men hawak ah men hawak, ah men alby el majafaak
shu saar b7obak su saar, yally 7ayatee seneen
seneen dayaa3

ana meen 3andy baa3dak, w lameen alby bekoon
men hawak ah men hawak, ah men alby el majafaak
shu saar b7obak su saar, yally 7ayatee seneen
seneen dayaa3

Translation

my love, tell me how, how could you forget me
my life became summer & fall, i don't live a moment without you
my love, your cruelty to me increased a long time ago
I'm confused and my heart is confused, it can't forget you even for a moment

my love, tell me how, how could you forget me
my life became summer & fall, i don't live a moment without you
my love, your cruelty to me increased a long time ago
I'm confused and my heart is confused, it can't forget you even for a moment

who do I have after you, and to whome would my heart be
i'm suffering from your love, i'm hurt from this heart that never resisted you
what happened to your love, what happened? my life became
years of obscurity

who do I have after you, and to whome would my heart be
i'm suffering from your love, i'm hurt from this heart that never resisted you
what happened to your love, what happened? my life became
years of obscurity

my love please don't be long, my soul can't take your tardness
you are the love of my life, my life without you is a mirage
my love be next to me, no blaming and no accusing
between my love and my insanity, I drown in the sea of torture

who do I have after you, and to whome would my heart be
i'm suffering from your love, i'm hurt from this heart that never resisted you
what happened to your love, what happened? my life became
years of obscurity

who do I have after you, and to whome would my heart be
i'm suffering from your love, i'm hurt from this heart that never resisted you
what happened to your love, what happened? my life became
years of obscurity

who do I have after you, and to whome would my heart be
i'm suffering from your love, i'm hurt from this heart that never resisted you
what happened to your love, what happened? my life became
years of obscurity

source: http://lyricstranslate.com/en/ah-min-hawak-ah-min-hawak.html-0

Wael Jassar - The Story

Al 7ekaya

الحكاية فى كلمة واحدة حبى ليك كان مستحيل

al hekya fe kelma wahda hoby lek kan mostahel

The story is one word my love for you was impossible

اللى بينا ابتسامة سهرة حلوة فى ليل طويل

elly bena abtesama shara helwa fe lel tawel

What's between us a smile a a nice long night

ايه اللى جابنى لحد عندك شوقى ليك اكبر دليل

eh elly gabeny lahed andak shogy lek akbak dalel

What brought me to you my passions to you is a big prove

كل ليلة وكل يوم تيجى على بالى

kool lela kool youm tagy alal baly

every night every day you come to my mind

واسهر واعد النجوم حالى هو حالى

wa ashar wa ed al nogom haly howa haly

and stay up at night counting the stars by myself with my situations

وانام فى سيرتك واقوم واسهر الليالى

wa anam fe sertak wa awom wa ashar al layely

i sleep talking about you and i get up staying all night

كل ليلة وكل يوم

kool lela wa kool youm

every night and every day

ارجوك بالراحة عليا صوتك مليان حنية

argok belraha alya sotak malyan haneya

please easy on me your voice is full with passion

انا مش قدك حرام

ana mos hadak haram

'm not as big as you feel sorry

لو تعرف ايه جوايا ده انا نظرة عينى كفاية

law taraf eh gowak da ana nazra men auiny kafya

if you just know what's inside of me a look from me eyes is enough

بتقولك احلى كلام

betolak ahla kalam

will tell you the sweetest words

ابتدبت عمرى انهاردة نفسى اعيشلك من جديد

abtdet omry anharda nafsy ashelak men gaded

today i stared my life i wish i can life for you all over again

نفسى قلبك بس يرضى حبى ليك عمال يزيد

nafsy albak bas yarda hoby lek almal ya zed

i wish your heart just accept my love to you is increasing

ده انت حبك عندى دنيا قلبى من غيرك وحيد

da anta hobak andy deina alby men gerak wahed

your love for me is the world my heart without you us lonely

كل ليلة وكل يوم تيجى على بالى

kool lela kool youm tagy alal baly

every night every day you come to my mind

واسهر واعد النجوم حالى هو حالى

wa ashar wa ed al nogom haly howa haly

and stay up at night counting the stars by myself with my situations

وانام فى سيرتك واقوم واسهر الليالى

wa anam fe sertak wa awom wa ashar al layely

i sleep talking about you and i get up staying all night

كل ليلة وكل يوم

kool lela wa kool youm

every night and every day

ارجوك بالراحة عليا صوتك مليان حنية

argok belraha alya sotak malyan haneya

please easy on me your voice is full with passion

انا مش قدك حرام

ana mos hadak haram

Im not as big as you feel sorry

لو تعرف ايه جوايا ده انا نظرة عينى كفاية

law taraf eh gowak da ana nazra men auiny kafya

if you just know what's inside of me a look from me eyes is enough

بتقولك احلى كلام

betolak ahla kalam

will tell you the sweetest words

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/al7ikaya-story.html

Funny, Stupid and Crazy Cats

What do you think?

Cat Falls in Baththub

Cat in Water

Kitten Falls in Water

Failcat Falls into Baththub

Shocked Cat

Startled Cat

source: youtube.com

Full Moon

Full Moon

By: Ahu Baser

The fullmoon

The face of me from high above

Watching and smiling

My pure face that I haven't seen yet

The fullmoon

The soul of me from high above

Waiting and whirling

My pure soul that I haven't reached yet

I am the moon and my moonlight too

I am the sun and my sunlight too

I become the moon in the dark

I become the sun in the light

I cry and cry

For pureness

For awareness

For wisdom

For happiness

And I beg 

For Love

And they whisper

We are your moonlight and your sunlight too

Your shadow and sorrows too

Your blessings and cursings too

Your dizziness and emptiness too

Ohhh our poor existence

Don‚t cry and beg

Live simple for pureness

Close your wordy eyes for awareness

Give an ear to your loneliness 

And share all that you have for happiness

And for Love

Die to deathless

Speak to speechless

Live to timeless

Be the source of existence

Merge with us and become One 

And One 

For Love

Elissa - Za3lan

My nostalgia song, I listened to it when I was seven.

Come and enjoy it. Seems it looks like I come back to the past, although it cannot be returned back but the past is nice to visit.

زعلان

Za3lan

upset
Album: Badi Doub 

زعلان من مين بدي اعرف شو صار ما بلاقيك غير سارح و تعبان
Za3lan men meen bady 3ref shou sar mab la2eek gher sera7 wu t3ban
who are you mad at? i want to know what happened. i don't find you other than untruthful or real

شو باك مش قادر تنقي و لا تختار اوعدني فيك بلاقيك بالحنان
Sho bak mesh 2dret na2i wa la ta5tar w 3nefek bla2eek bel 7anan
whats wrong with you? you can't stay or pick. ?
promise me ill find you with tenderness.

حنان حنان يشعل حبك بالزمان و الزمان زمان يغني للحلى حكايات
7anan 7anan esh3l 7bak bel zaman w elzaman zaman eghanee el7ala 7kyat
tenderness, tenderness, lights your love with the past, and the past was a long time ago, that sings to me stories

روق احكيلي شو صاير قللي من الوفاء و الحب راح اهديك
Ro2 a7keely sho sayer 2lly men el wafa3 w el7ob ra7 ahadeek
calm down and tell me what has happened, tell me the truth and i will give you the gift of love

لحبيبي يا فرحة هلي و عجبيني يا طرحة تدللي
la 7abeby ya far7a halley w 3jbeny ya tar 7at dallely
for my love oh happiness, ...

عالغالي قلبي ما غلي و يا سنين غني بتنجلي
3ghally alby ma ghily w ya sneen ghani bnajily
my hearts for the precious, and my years sing clarity

(French Voices..........)

عشقان يا ريت حبك بيملي الدني بتبقى شريك و بيبقى الهوا فرحان
3esh2n ya rayet 7obak bemely eldiny betb2 shreek w byeb2 el hawa far7an
he's in love, i wish your love fills the world. youd be a friend and the love would be happy.

يا ريت بيحكي القلب عن كل هل اسرار بيكبر فيك بهنيك بالحنان
Ya rayet bya7ky alb 3an kel hal ashrar beek bar feek bhaneek bel7anan
i wish the heart could talk about every secret thats growing in you, it will bless you with tenderness


حنان حنان يشعل حبك بالزمان و الزمان زمان يغني للحلى حكايات
7anan 7anan esh3l 7bak bel zaman w elzaman zaman eghanee el7ala 7kyat
tenderness, tenderness, lights your love with the past, and the past was a long time ago, that sings to me stories

روق احكيلي شو صاير قللي من الوفاء و الحب راح اهديك
Ro2 a7keely sho sayer 2lly men el wafa3 w el7ob ra7 ahadeek
calm down and tell me what has happened, tell me the truth and i will give you the gift of love

لحبيبي يا فرحة هلي و عجبيني يا طرحة تدللي
la 7abeby ya far7a halley w 3jbeny ya tar 7at dallely
for my love oh happiness, ...

عالغالي قلبي ما غلي و يا سنين غني بتنجلي
3ghally alby ma ghily w ya sneen ghani bnajily
my hearts for the precious, and my years sing clarity

(French Voices........)

http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/arabic-lyrics-translation/70092-elissa-zaalan.html

نانسي عجرم - الدنيا حلوة - Nancy Ajram - El Donia Helwa

The World Is Sweet - الدنيا حلوة

الدنيا حلوة واحلى سنين
بنعشها واحنا ياناس عاشقين
ننسى اللي فاتنا ونعيش حياتنا
ع الحب متواعدين

انسى

كل الاحبة اثنين اثنين
متجمعين في الهوى دايبين
على ايه تكشر وليه تفكر
ده العمر كله يومين

انسى

ده الدنيا حلوة واحلى سنين
بنعشها واحنا يا ناس عاشقين
ننسى اللي فاتنا ونعيش حياتنا
ع الحب متواعدين

انسى

كل الاحبة اثنين اثنين
متجمعين في الهوى دايبين
على ايه تكشر وليه تفكر
ده العمر كله يومين

انسى
انسى اللي راح على طول على طول
متسبش زعلك مرة يطول
افرح شوية واضحك شوية
كده خلي روحك عالية وهاي
ويا قلبي غني كمان وكمان
وصل غنايا لكل مكان
وانا لو عليا دلوقتي جاية
علشان اقول يا زعل باي باي

الدنيا حلوووة

الحب غير معنى الكون
خلاله شكل وطعم ولون
سكر زيادة لا مش بعادة
ده انا حاسة اني هطير

انسى

احنا اللي بالحب صالحنا
ارتاحناوارتاحت رحنا
فوت وعدي علشان تعدي
وارتاح من التفكير

انسى

انسى اللي راح على طول على طول
متسبشي زعلك مرة يطول
افرح شوية واضحك شوية
كده خلي روحك عالية وهاي
وياقلبي غني كمان وكمان
وصل غنايا لكل مكان
وانا لو عليا دلوقتي جاية
علشان اقول يا زعل باي باي

الدنيا حلووووة

The world is sweet
And we live the sweetest years when we're in love
We forget that which passed us and life our lives
Dedicated to love
Forget

Every love is two
Gathered in love, melting
What are you worried about and why are you thinking
This lifetime is just two days
Forget

Forget that which has gone forever, forever
Don't get irritated
Get happy a little and laugh a little
Like this you can raise your spirits
With my heart sing as well, as well
Make your songs reach every place
And if I must right now I'm alive
Because I say no more distress
The world is sweet

Love changed the meaning of the universe througout, form, taste and color
Sweetness (literally sugar) grows, not separation
I feel like I will fly
Forget

We are the ones who are good in love
We have become at ease
Pass and cross in order to cross
And be at ease from your thoughts
Forget

http://www.arabicmusictranslation.com/2007/11/nancy-ajram-world-is-sweet-el-donia.html

Let It Snow

Let It Snow

By :  David Sedaris

Winters were frustratingly mild in North Carolina, but the year I was in the fifth grade we got lucky. Snow fell, and, for the first time in years, it accumulated. School was cancelled, and two days later we got lucky again. There were eight inches on the ground, and, rather than melting, it froze. On the fifth day of our vacation, my mother had a little breakdown. Our presence had disrupted the secret life she led while we were at school, and when she could no longer take it she threw us out. It wasn’t a gentle request but something closer to an eviction. “Get the hell out of my house,” she said.

We reminded her that it was our house, too, and she opened the front door and shoved us into the carport. “And stay out!” she shouted.

My sisters and I went down the hill and sledded with other children from the neighborhood. A few hours later, we returned home, surprised to find that the door was locked. “Oh, come on,” we said. I rang the bell, and when no one answered we went to the window and saw our mother in the kitchen, watching television. Normally she waited until five o’clock to have a drink, but for the past few days she’d been making an exception. Drinking didn’t count if you followed a glass of wine with a cup of coffee, and so she had a goblet and a mug positioned before her on the countertop.

“Hey!” we yelled. “Open the door. It’s us.” We knocked on the pane and, without looking in our direction, she refilled her goblet and left the room.

“That bitch,” my sister Lisa said. We pounded again and again, and when our mother failed to answer we went around back and threw snowballs at her bedroom window. “You are going to be in so much trouble when Dad gets home!” we shouted, and in response my mother pulled the drapes. Dusk approached, and as it grew colder it occurred to us that we could possibly die. It happened, surely. Selfish mothers wanted the house to themselves and their children were discovered years later, frozen like mastodons in blocks of ice.

My sister Gretchen suggested that we call our father, but none of us knew his number, and he probably wouldn’t have done anything anyway. He’d gone to work specifically to escape our mother, and between the weather and her mood it could be hours, or even days, before he returned home.

“One of us should get hit by a car,” I said. “That would teach the both of them.” I pictured Gretchen, her life hanging by a thread as my parents paced the halls of Rex Hospital, wishing they had been more attentive. It was really the perfect solution. With her out of the way, the rest of us would be more valuable and have a bit more room to spread out. “Gretchen, go lie in the street.”

FROM THE ISSUECARTOON BANKE-MAIL THIS

“Make Amy do it,” she said.

Amy, in turn, pushed it off on Tiffany, who was the youngest and had no concept of death. “It’s like sleeping,” we told her. “Only you get a canopy bed.”

Poor Tiffany. She’d do just about anything in return for a little affection. All you had to do was call her Tiff, and whatever you wanted was yours: her allowance, her dinner, the contents of her Easter basket. Her eagerness to please was absolute and naked. When we asked her to lie in the middle of the street, her only question was “Where?”

We chose a quiet dip between two hills, a spot where drivers were almost required to skid out of control. She took her place, this six-year-old in a butter-colored coat, and we gathered on the curb to watch. The first car to come along belonged to a neighbor, a fellow-Yankee who had outfitted his tires with chains and stopped a few feet from our sister’s body. “Is that a person?” he asked.

“Well, sort of,” Lisa said. She explained that we’d been locked out of our house, and, while the man appeared to accept it as a reasonable explanation, I’m pretty sure he was the one who told on us. Another car passed, and then we saw our mother, this puffy figure awkwardly negotiating the crest of the hill. She did not own a pair of pants, and her legs were buried to the calf in snow. We wanted to send her home, to kick her out of nature just as she had kicked us out of the house, but it was hard to stay angry at someone that pitiful-looking.

“Are you wearing your loafers?” Lisa asked, and in response our mother raised a bare foot.

“I was wearing loafers,” she said. “I mean, really, it was there a second ago.”

This was how things went. One moment she was locking us out of our own house and the next we were rooting around in the snow, looking for her left shoe. “Oh, forget about it,” she said. “It’ll turn up in a few days.” Gretchen fitted her cap over my mother’s foot. Lisa secured it with her scarf, and, surrounding her tightly on all sides, we made our way home.

Short Story

Unlucky Day
Tuesday, 25th June 2013

I was late attending the lecture. On the day before it, my friend sent me an sms that we had to be ready for presentation and the next day I forgot to wake up earlier. My friends were waiting for me around 2 hours till one of them sent me an sms, he reminded me that we had a presentation. Surprisingly, I was shocked and startled. Soon I had to do bathing. An hour later, I arrived to the class. They both had been waiting for me for long time till one of them leave the class due to my lateness. He told me that he (one who left the class) got angry. My friend and I was panic because one of our group members left. I sought him around even around the university but resulting a zero mark. I came back to the class again. I called him but he didnt answer, I sent him an sms but he didnt reply. The time passed horribly until the class got over and the lecturer went out of the class. There were still two bodies, me and my friend. However, he got angry not due to me but due to the one of or group members. As he was grumbling, I slowly left him, walked smoothly to the back and ran away.

Then, I went to my friend's boarding house named *****. I told him that I got a bad day. As long as we were talking, he reminded me that we still had the last assignment, it was english for tourism. I was having another group at the different subject. Soon he called the other members of the group. We then went to Vredeburg Museum to record the our visit. Oh yea the assisgnment is that we were summoned to record ourselves at the tourism objects, we had to desribe the object by using english and uploading it through youtube. At the firs time we enjoyed our recording day. There were many objects to describe. As we finished the recording I went home.

The next morning in campus, my friend told me that my video that I recorded yesterday. It had not been recorded. What did I think? I was talking so much and it had not been recorded? How come? I wanted to be angry but to whom? I had to go to the same place again and do recording? Horrible!

Good Bye My Child

Good Bye My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Written by: Laura Breidenthal

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=456080

Water: By Ralph Waldo Emerson

Water

By Ralph Waldo Emerson

The water understands

Civilization well;

It wets my foot, but prettily,

It chills my life, but wittily,

It is not disconcerted,

It is not broken-hearted:

Well used, it decketh joy,

Adorneth, doubleth joy:

Ill used, it will destroy,

In perfect time and measure

With a face of golden pleasure

Elegantly destroy.

A Christian Poem: Crying Is A Gift From God

A Man Who cries Is A "Wise Man"

A father said to his son
Who had a tear in his eye
If you want to be a man
You absolutely cannot cry

You won't be a man if do
And you'll be brought to shame
You'll be looked down upon
Some will call you a dame

The son looked up
Towards his dad
With eyes of sorrow
And his face drooping and sad

He said, dad I believe
Crying is from God a gift
To release what's inside
And give us a lift

If we don't cry
And release our pain
It will stay inside
And come back again

When our pain builds up
And we can't take it anymore
Our frustration breaks out
With destruction galore

Dad, I believe crying
Is from God above
To prevent us from hurting
The one's we love

Would it be pleasing to God
If I were hurting others around
Or would He rather see me crying
With my head bowed down?


A Man Who Cries Is a "WISE MAN"

source: http://www.things-to-say.com/Christian/crying.htm

Poem - Men Do Cry

Men Do Cry

I heard quite often “men don’t cry”
Though no one ever told me why
So when I fell and skinned a knee
No one came to comfort me.
And when some bully boy at school
Would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I’d quickly learn to turn and quip
“It doesn’t hurt”, and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though “be a big boy” it began,
Quite soon I learned to ” be a man”.
And I could play that stoic role
While storm and tempest wracked my soul
No pain or setback could there be
Could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby
And helplessly watched my son die,
And quickly found to my surprise
That all that tearless talk was lies.
And still I cry and have no shame
I cannot play that ” big boy” game,
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take it’s course.


So those of you who can’t abide
A man you’ve seen whose often cried,
Reach out to him with all your heart
As one whose life’s been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see
Their loss of immorality.
And tears will come in endless streams
When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

written by Ken Faulk

Rain

Rain

Rain comes down with a million beauty

always wafted its natural aroma

there are many implicit tales when it falls

what an uncountable bless it is

The air blows freshly

the sky becomes greyish just like a pale melancholy

The sound of thunder appears from afar

it keeps us to hold out

The rush of its fall embellishes every single view

falling down slowly and lost by memory

how beautiful it is with its charm

just like an angel goes down from the sky

Rain always comes with much surrprise

when everything goes silent with no worries

just like a mistery of life that is neglected

can only be revealed when it is missed

The sense of bless in the heart must be sung

for that one who creates the rain

Throw all the sigh when rain comes

because it never sighs when it falls down

This Winter by Charles Mariano

This Winter

I suppose, with the wind and rain outside, and more to come, we’ve cocooned with blankets, warm fires. I suppose, like the change of season, freezing cold, instead of sun, inward, instead of outward, the season of that endless war, killer hurricanes, loved ones lost, I’ll just turn the page, start over.

I’ve often wondered if I’m a winter writer, rather than summer. Throw on thick sweaters, coats, gloves and trek high up the mountain to my tower, to “bear” for winter. One small, frosty window to look out. “Countless tales,” I write in my journal shivering, “layers of rain, snow, and wind, to overcome.”

It is this imagination that binds. Pen in hand, fingers spread evenly on a keyboard. Wipe the frost, find the pulse. Tell them what ails, or inspires. Reveal the colors, be it agony, intense and miserably cold, or thoughts of romance, desires, engulfed or enflamed by simple candlelight. Set the temperature and tone, open the page, begin.

I suppose, from my mountain view, the lights below, mere weeks before Christmas, that I’ve got something significant to share. A vast landscape, glistening jewels of light, smoke billowing from thousands of chimneys. Don’t know, can’t tell yet. Maybe nothing.

I stroke my long beard, smoke my pipe, pull the flaps of my hat lower. We are, the words of every season, all of us, to our last breath, touching hearts and souls, scribbling blindly, breathlessly, designing, building, hunkering down.

But all is silent, save the wind, howling at my back.

Look, tell them of the pain of death, so recently endured, what my eyes have seen, tortured, beaten, abused. Tell them of flying high above the fray, a view so magnificent, it begs to say, to express, to share. Create an unforgettable character, that mighty hero of mind and heart that gives, saves, knows all. One who carries us to that tearful page of victory. Lie down here, another blanket to keep warm.

I suppose, there is no greatness, not now, perhaps later, but we trudge through, press on. Every day, every season, different.

High above the howling storm, frost on my beard, eyes searching wanefully to heartfelt losses, human touch. Seasons that follow, lead, churn deeply. Imagination does not go cold. Or does it? Here, take this pen, write it. Eyes, alive and moving beyond the snow, conjuring winters across the ridge, snowflakes dreamily to the page.

We’re not gone, only adjusting, acclimating, different sights and sounds, binding. Takes time to see, peel the layers, undress. There is nothing to say, not yet, the world at our feet.

“Countless tales,” I write, “layers of snow and wind, to overcome.”

http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/blmarianowinter.htm

Beautiful Poetry by Mary Hamrick

Autumn

Autumn is like an old book:

Marred spines turn mean yellow,

staples rust red-orange.

Every stained page is stressed

by a splat of color. Rough-red,

like an old tavern,

we become hungry birds

and prepare for fall.

Shape and shadow are candied citron

as lanterns turn bitter yellow. Autumn

is a red fox, a goblet filled with dark wine,

a hot chilli pepper with smoky eyes.

Pressed leaves take in the colors

of seafood paella and saffron; these leaves

are like death, climaxing with a smile.

Autumn: Her dress is a net of mussels;

dark shelled, it covers up

summer’s weatherbeaten body.

So pull out your boots

and stand on an aged, wood floor

like an evergreen.

http://poetry.about.com/od/poems/l/blhamrickautumn.htm

Elissa - Eftkart (Basmaa Esmak Badamaa)

Eftakart

Eftakart fdelt ad7ak w el domou3

eftakart fdelt ad7ak w el domou3

nezlet awy w geryet awy wa7ashetny ayamak awy

mat2olsh howa mafish tari2a fiha ansak awy

w ma2olsh aah, aah

habibi 2oul keda

da3et kol el amani

wana mosh hastana tany

w etfily el nar kefaya

nar el for2a btewga3

habibi 2oul keda

3alashan mosh ha2dar asma3

kelmet emta haterga3

w mafish dmou3 fe 3eni

basma3 esmak bdama3

basma3 esmak bdama3

kol wa2r ana rou7 w adawar fe ely kan

w estafadt ana eh be soura men zaman

kol wa2r ana rou7 w adawar fe ely kan

w estafadt ana eh be soura men zaman

mana shoftaha ely sebtaha

yaretny sheltak menaha

aw kont 7ata mashoft fiha

a7la ayam 3eshtha

w ma2olsh aah, aah

w ma2olsh aah, aah

habibi 2oul keda

da3et kol el amani

wana mosh hastana tany

w etfily el nar kefaya

nar el for2a btewga3

افـــتــكرت فضــلت اضــحــك والدمــوع

افـــتــكرت فضــلت اضــحــك والدمــوع

نزلـــت اوي وجريــت اوى وحشتني ايامك اوي

ما تقلــي هو مفيــش طريــقه

فيــها انســــاك اوي

ومقــلــش اه

اه

حبيـــبــي قول كـــده

ضـــاعت كل الاماني

وانا مش هستنى تاني

واطفيلي النار كفايه

نار الفرقه بتوجع

حبـيــبــي قول كده

علشان مش ح اقدر اسمع

كلــمة ايمــتا هترجع

ومفيــش دموع فعيني

بسمع اســـمك بدمّــع

بسمع اســـمك بدمّــع

كـــل وقت انــا روح و ادور في اللي كان

واســتــفدت انا ايــه بصـــوره من زمـــان

كـــل وقت انــا روح و ادور في اللي كان

واســتــفدت انا ايــه بصـــوره من زمـــان

منــا شفتــها اللــي سبــتها

يا ريتــنــي شيلــتك منّــها

او كنــت حتــى ما شفش فيها

احـــلــى ايــام عشتــها

ومقلــش اه

اه

مقلش اه

اه

حبيـــبــي قول كـــده

ضـــاعت كل الاماني

وانا مش هستنى تاني

واطفيلي النار كفايه

نار الفرقه بتوجع

I remembered and kept on laughing...

I remembered and kept on laughing...

While tears flowed down like heavy streams

I have missed your days

So tell me already that there's no way...

For me to really forget you

And not say oh, oh

Darling, say it, all wishes are lost

And I won't wait again

Put out the flames for me

Enough with the fire of separation, it hurts

Darling, say it,

Because I can't hear another word about your return...

Without having tears in my eyes

Hearing your name makes me cry

Hearing your name makes me cry

Every now and then,

I go searching for what was there

What good is an old photograph for me?

Every now and then,

I go searching for what was there

What good is an old photograph for me?

I wish I had removed you from it

So that I wouldn't see the best days of my life in it

And not say oh, oh

And not say oh, oh

Darling, say it, all wishes are lost

And I won't wait again

Put out the flames for me

Enough with the fire of separation, it hurts

http://www.arabiclyrics.net/Elissa/Eftakart-Basmaa-Esmak-Badamaa.php

Rayan - Ma Badi Shi

Ma Badi Shi - ما بدي شي

ما بدي شي روح الله معك

Ma badi shi rouh Allah m3ak

I dont want anything, go, may God be with you

ماتقلي شي مش راح اسمعك

mat ely shi mesh ra7 esm3ak

Dont tell me anything, im not going to hear you

ما بدي شي روح الله معك

Ma badi shi rouh Allah m3ak

I dont want anything, go, may God be with you

ماتقلي شي مش راح اسمعك

mat ely shi mesh ra7 esm3ak

Dont tell me anything, im not going to hear you

دمرت القلب اللي عاش لحبك والهوى

damart el alb el3esh elli 7obak w el hawa

You destroyed the heart that lived for your love and passion

بكيت الحجر اللي ما بيبكي من ئساك

btkyt el 7ager elli ma beybki men ashak 

You made the rocks that dont cry cry from your harshness

دمرت القلب اللي عاش لحبك والهوى

damart el alb el3esh elli 7obak w el hawa

You destroyed the heart that lived for your love and passion

بكيت الحجر اللي ما بيبكي من ئساك

btkyt el 7ager elli ma beybki men ashak

You made the rocks that dont cry cry from your harshness

ما بدي شي روح الله معك

Ma badi shi rouh Allah m3ak

I dont want anything, go, may God be with you

ما بدي شي روح الله معك

Ma badi shi rouh Allah m3ak

I dont want anything, go, may God be with you

انا حبي ضاع لا ما برجعا

ana 7oby da3 la ma barga3

My love is lost, no I wont return it

حتى وداع مش راح ودعا

7ata w da3 mesh ra7 w da3

Even goodbye I wont tell it

انا حبي ضاع لا ما برجعا

ana 7oby da3 la ma barga3

My love is lost, no I wont return it

حتى وداع مش راح ودعا

7ata w da3 mesh ra7 w da3

Even goodbye I wont tell it

ضعيت الحلم اللي عايش فيا من زمان

da3yt el 7alm elli 3esh fi men zaman

You lost the dream that lived in me for a long time

نشفت الدمع اللي بعيني والحنان

tshaft el dam3a elli b3ainaiy w el7anan

You dried the tears in my eyes and the tenderness

ما بدي شي روح الله معك

Ma badi shi rouh Allah m3ak

I dont want anything, go, may God be with you

http://nuraashrafeissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/rayan-ma-badi-shi.html

Elissa - Faker

Faker (فاكر)

فاكر ياحبيبي في يوم ماسيبتني أمشي ودموعي في عيني fakir ya 7abibi fe yoam ma sebteni amshi w dmou3i f3eni يومها أنا بالذات جيتلك عشان أنت اللي بتقويني yomha ana bilzat getlak 3shan enta elli bet2aweni وبدل ماأهدى وأرتاح وأنا جوا حضنك أو تطمن عيني كده وتدفيني w badal ma ahda w arta7 wana gowa 7odnak, aw tetamen 3eni keda w etdafeni ألقاك أنت بتبكيني al2ak tebakeeni تسأل عليا ليه هو احنا لسه احنا tes2al 3alayya, howa e7na lessa e7na مستني مني ايه mestani menni eh ? ملامحنا مش ملامحنا malame7na mish malame7na دلوقتي بينا ايه غير ذكري بتجرحنا delwa2ti benna eih '3air zekra btegra7na ماهي دنيا بتفرحنا لحظه والباقي بتفضحنا mahi dunya btefara7na la7za wel ba2i btefda7na عايز طب نرجع ليه 3ayez tab nerga3 laih ? هو أنا مش نفسي نرجع تاني howa ana mish nefsi nerga3 tani ? بس الحياة طب مين سابها ورجع يعيشها حتي ثواني bas el 7aya tab meen sayebha w reg3 y3esh.ha 7atta sawani لو يوم جربت تكون وده صعب جدا لو تكون في مكاني law yoam garabt tkoun wi da sa3b gedan law tkoun fi makani وتعيش حرماني وتدوق طعم مالهوش تاني wet3eesh 7irmani w tdou2 ta3m malhoush tani

Do you remember my love, when you let me walk and the tears in my eye At that day specifically I came to you, because you make me stronge  and instead of getting calm and rest in your bosom, or you reassure my eye and warming me You make me cry You ask me, as we still us What are you waiting for from me ? Our faces are not our faces Now what do we have between us, other than a memory that hurt us ? This life makes us happy for a moment, the exposes us Ok, why you want us to get back ? Don't I want us to get back again ? How about life ? who left it and then got back to live it, even for seconds ? If you've ever tried to be ..., though It's so hard if you became in my place To live my privation, and to taste something that has no other

http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/arabic-lyrics-translation/135488-elissas-2012-album-as3d-w7da-the-happiest-one-english-translation-request.html#post956400

Rayan - Ahla Gharam

Ahla Gharam

Ahla Gharam Yally bhebbo ya nass Ghayeb ma byes'al 3anni Kelmet hobb w e7sas Sara'ni albi menni Yally bhebbo ya nass Ghayeb ma byes'al 3anni Kelmet hobb w e7sas Sara'ni albi menni Ya nass ma tloumouni W 3an ghadr w ma te7kouni Law tez3al menni 3youni Sarkhet albi betkhoun Ana mesh ader ansa ghyabak W ensa a7la gharam W ana bi 3ez 3layyi b3adak Mahma talou el eyyam Dama3ati bteshhad 3a fra'ak W 3youni ma betnam Ana min dounak 3omri dayeb W fra'ak walla 7aram Ana mesh ader ansa ghyabak W ensa a7la gharam W ana bi 3ez 3layyi b3adak Mahma talou el eyyam Dama3ati bteshhad 3a fra'ak W 3youni ma betnam Ana min dounak 3omri dayeb W fra'ak walla 7aram Yalli ghefyo njoumak Trekni l7ali sehran Law teshki la ma bloumak W 3aref nater 7ayran Trekni bi 3azabi ana Meen ghayro ma fi hana Houwe habibi ana Mahma 7anini ytoul Ana mesh ader ansa ghyabak W ensa a7la gharam W ana bi 3ez 3layyi b3adak Mahma talou el eyyam Dama3ati bteshhad 3a fra'ak W 3youni ma betnam Ana min dounak 3omri dayeb W fra'ak walla 7aram Ana mesh ader ansa ghyabak W ensa a7la gharam W ana bi 3ez 3layyi b3adak Mahma talou el eyyam Dama3ati bteshhad 3a fra'ak W 3youni ma betnam Ana min dounak 3omri dayeb W fra'ak walla 7aram

Ahla Gharam The one i love oh people is abscent and doesn't ask about me a word of love and loyalty took my heart from me the one i love oh people is absent and doesn't ask about me a word of love and loyalty took my heart from me oh people don't blame and don't talk about his betrayal if my eyes get angry with me the scream from my heart says I can't get over your abscence nor get over the most beuatiful love you,being distant, is hard for me no matter how much the days become long my tears witness your sepeartion and my eyes never sleep my life is melting without you and your separation is very hard I can' get over your abscence nor get over the most beuatiful love you,being distant, is hard for me no matter how much the days become long my tears witness your sepeartion and my eyes never sleep my life is melting without you and your separation is very hard oh the night whom his stars are asleep leave me awake(sleepless) alone if you complain then i don't blame you i know that you're waiting perplexly leave me in my sorrow without him there is no joy he's my own love no matter how much i miss him I can't get over your abscence nor get over the most beuatiful love you,being distant, is hard for me no matter how much the days become long my tears witness your sepeartion and my eyes never sleep my life is melting without you and your separation is very hard I can't get over your abscence nor get over the most beuatiful love you,being distant, is hard for me no matter how much the days become long my tears witness your sepeartion and my eyes never sleep my life is melting without you and your separation is very hard

source : http://lyricstranslate.com/en/Ahla-Gharam-Ahla-Gharam.html

Nancy Ajram - Kan Zaman

Kan Zaman

3ashe2tak u gara7teny, 3ashe2tak bekol kaiany , U b2idak daia3teni ,U del wa2t rage3 tani (x2) Ba3d gra7 o a7zani , de dmo3ak tetragani Gar7ak leia 5alani , kerahtak u mosh 3aizak (x2) Zaman kan 3andy 2alb , Yom ma malakto , Git fi sania nsito Ma 3adshi b2albi 7ob , Wana ba3di 2asawtak , aywa ana 2asseto (x2) zaman kan 3andy 2alb , 7ab el 7aiat zaman kan 3andy 2alb , de wa2t laa22 Ma 3adshi Ifid el boka, Kol elli bena da madi Ma 3adshi ma bena lo2a, u law tebki dam 2osadi (x2) Ana law menak ensany , e3sha2 u a5da3 men tani 7obak ma ba2shi 3alshani , kefaia eli shufto ma3ak (x2) Zaman kan 3andy 2alb , Yom ma malakto , Git fi sania nsito Ma 3adshi b2albi 7ob , Wana ba3di 2asawtak , aywa ana 2asseto

I loved you, and you hurted me, I loved you with everything in me And with your hands you lost me, and now you came back again After hurting me and saddness, your tears are begging me You hurting me made me hate you and I don't want you I used to have a heart, When you owned it, In a second you forgot it Theres no more love in my heart, after your harshness, yes I made my heart stronger I used to have a heart, that loved life I used to have a heart, now I don't Crying wont change anything, everything between us is the past Theres nothing between us, even if you cried blood next to me If you care about me, forget me, Love and cheat again Your love isnt for me anymore, what I have seen with you is enough I used to have a heart, When you owned it, In a second you forgot it Theres no more love in my heart, after your harshness, yes I made my heart stronger