Hanen Waled

“ساعات أقوم الصبح قلبى حزين
أطل بره الباب ياخدنى الحنين
اللى لقيته ضاع
واللى اشتريته انباع
واللى قابلته راح وفات الأنين

وارجع واقول
لسه الطيور بتفنّ
والنحلايات بتطنّ
والطفل ضحكه يرنّ
مع ان مش كل البشر فرحانين

حبيبى سكر مر طعم الهوى
فرق ما بيننا البين ماعدناش سوا
حرام عليك يا عذاب
نبقى كده اغراب
ده البعد والله جرح من غير دوا

آدى اللى كان وآدى القدر وآدى المصير
نودع الماضى و حلمه الكبير
نودع الأفراح نودع الأشباح
راح اللى راح ماعدش فاضل كتير

ايه العمل فى الوقت ده يا صديق
غير اننا عندافتراق الطريق
نبص قدامناعلى شمس أحلامنا
نلقاها بتشق السحاب الغميق

وارجع واقول
لسه الطيور بتفنّ
والنحلايات بتطنّ
والطفل ضحكه يرنّ
مع ان مش كل البشر فرحانين”
― صلاح جاهين

“يأسك وصبرك بين ايديك وانت حر
تيأس ما تيأس الحياة راح تمر
أنا دقت من دة ومن دة وعجبي لقيت
الصبر مر وبرضه اليأس مر

عجبي”
― صلاح جاهين

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion