This song uses a lot of paradoxes.
His lie remains truthful
And his sincerity is joking
He has characteristics that push a lover to madness
Calm and quite while he's completely unbridled
The hardest things and most of them are easy
The vaguest things and most of them are clear
It's easy to have passion for him
And hard to obtain him
Mysterious by nature and clear in his wounds
I'm happy when I see him
But it doesn't last
As if I was the valley and he was the highest peak
He smiles when they don't tell him anything about me
And when they don't tell me about him
My depths wail
I have something in his heart but he does not say it
And he has something in my heart but I divulge it
As if he was a cloud and I want to make him pour down
His rain doesn't fall nor does his lightning loom
I didn't know why his actions keep me up
And why he lives in me when he's always going
He only shoes me that his natures are shy
And he doesn't resist falling asleep while his face is of the morning
| Asala Nasri - The Shy Glance I asked the owner of the shy glance How he keeps me up When he has a face of the morning? How he wrongs me When he has the purity of childhood? How he lives in me When he's always going? And how I find spring in his seasons? |  |
His lie remains truthful
And his sincerity is joking
He has characteristics that push a lover to madness
Calm and quite while he's completely unbridled
The hardest things and most of them are easy
The vaguest things and most of them are clear
It's easy to have passion for him
And hard to obtain him
Mysterious by nature and clear in his wounds
I'm happy when I see him
But it doesn't last
As if I was the valley and he was the highest peak
He smiles when they don't tell him anything about me
And when they don't tell me about him
My depths wail
I have something in his heart but he does not say it
And he has something in my heart but I divulge it
As if he was a cloud and I want to make him pour down
His rain doesn't fall nor does his lightning loom
I didn't know why his actions keep me up
And why he lives in me when he's always going
He only shoes me that his natures are shy
And he doesn't resist falling asleep while his face is of the morning
أصالة نصري - النظرة الخجولة
سألتوا صاحب النظرة الخجولة
كيف يسهرني وله وجهٍ صبوح
كيف يظلمني وله طهر الطفولة
كيف يسكنّي وهو دايم يروح
وكيف أنا ألقى ربيعه في فصوله
دام كذبه صادق وصدقه مزوح
له صفاتٍ تورد العاشق ذهوله
مستكين و صامت وكله جموح
أصعب الأشياء و أكثرها سهولة
أغمض الأشياء و أكثرها وضوح
سهل تغرم به وصعب انك تنوله
غامضٍ ف طبعه و واضح في الجروح
أسعد بشوفه ولكن ما أطوله
كنّي الوادي وهو أعلى السفوح
يبتسم لا منهم عنّي حكوا له
ولا حكوا لي عنه أعماقي تنوح
لي بقلبه شيٍ لكن ما يقوله
وله بقلبي كلّ لكنّي أبوح
كنّه الغيمة و انا أرجي هطوله
ما نزل غيثه ولا برقه يلوح
ما عرفتوا ليه تسهرني فعوله
وليه يسكنّي وهو دايم يروح
هو يبيني بسّ أطباعه خجوله
وما يبي أغفى وهو وجهه صبوح
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