قصر الشوق [Asr Elshaw2] [English translation]

Your voice, your face, your scent, your hair

The touch of your hands calls me

I see in you the mother of my children

And smell the breeze of my land and people

I know behind the blue sea

When the sun dies you are created

I know that you are my coming years

When the past drowns in your sea

I say I love you and the universe widens

my heart and gets small again

My life above the melting sand

is a castle of desire that was not built

I dream of you and hope

the dream will grow and become complete

I hope I could built my home at your hands

A small house will become the most beautiful

I so long for a small house

and you loving me and nothing more

And windows of intimacy light up

and the doors of confusion will broken

Your heart beat draws a picture of my heart

Your life is my life and your path is my path

I long for your face to protect me

to protects me from the faces of liars