Paroles et traduction Hadj M'hamed El Anka - Sobhane Allah ya l'tif

Sobhane Allah ya l'tif

زغلول لطيف يا عريف
نحكيلك و افهم
في سن الورد و الرّبيع باهي بأوصاف

مغرور بريشُه الظّريف
جاني متخاصم
سلّ سيفُه وقال ليّا عندي خلاف

أوقف إذا أنت شريف
من أهل الخاتم
ورّيلي وين وصّلاتك قوّة الأكتاف

أوقف إذا أنت شريف
من أهل الخاتم
ورّيلي وين وصّلاتك قوّة الأكتاف

جاوبت أنا وقلت كيف
ماجي نتكلّم
بكلام الغيظ واش هاذي غضبة و زعاف

جاوبت أنا وقلت كيف
ماجي نتكلّم
بكلام الغيظ واش هاذي غضبة و زعاف
يحّسبو كلشي خطيف
غير أجي و ازدم
و اللّي يبقى مع التّوال قالو زحّاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

ما هيشي جابها النّيف
كي جيت محزّم
هذي غيرة مرزّمة و حسودي بزّاف

ضنّيتك صاحبي حليف
بيّا تتزعّم
وثرن هڨيتلي مطامر تدّي للكاف

حتى ولّا أنت سخيف
من حقّك تحشم
تعرفني قاطع البحور جايل الأرياف
يحّسبو كلشي خطيف
غير أجي و ازدم
اللّي يبقى مع التّوال قالو زحّاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

عساك أنت اللّي كسيف
للدّنيا قادم
مثلك ما عاش ما زهى واش اللّي شاف

اللّي زغلول ما ينيف
ورشان معلّم
قادر يرحيه في حروف الهلاب و كاف
يحّسبو كلشي خطيف
غير أجي و ازدم
اللّي يبقى مع التّوال قالو زحّاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

مرڨوم الرّيش يا رهيف
أرجع لا تندم
عندك منڨار ما يحارب و جناح ضعاف
أترك الحديث العنيف
ما هوش موالم
وأترك عليك لغة الغضبة والتّشناف
اللّي زغلول ما ينيف
أرجع للمرسم
واللّي بعثوك قول لهم ما هومش ضعاف
يحّسبو كلشي خطيف
غير أجي و ازدم
اللّي يبقى مع التّوال قالو زحّاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

ياك الزّغلول يا نحيف
أرجع للمرسم
واللّي بعثوك قول لهم ما هومش ضعاف

يحّسبو كلشي خطيف
غير أجي و ازدم
اللّي يبقى مع التّوال قالو زحّاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

كاين اللّي يجي بصيف
يبدا يتزعّم
يقول أنا غير أنا ما كاش خلاف
خصوص إذا أنت سعيف
تسكت وتساعف
ترجع في حينها حلاسة ولّى نشّاف
يحّسبو كلشي خطيف
غير أجي و ازدم
اللّي يبقى مع التّوال قالو زحّاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف

كاين اللّي يجي لهيف
بانيابُه يهضم
ما روّاتُه ميات صحفة و ألف غرّاف
باغي كرسي من الصّديف
و كنوز العالم
اللّويز و الماس و الفضاضي من كل أصناف
سبحان الله يا لطيف
أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف
سبحان الله يا لطيف أنت اللّي تعلم
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم يقولو خاف
كاين شي ناس من استحاهم
يقولو خاف

Glory be to God, oh Gentle One

Zeghloul, gentle one, oh herald,
I’ll tell you, so understand.
In the age of roses and spring, beautiful in its descriptions,

Arrogant with his fine feathers,
He came to me in a quarrel,
He drew his sword and said to me, “I have a conflict.”

Stop, if you are noble,
From the people of the ring,
Show me where your connections are, the strength of the shoulders.

Stop, if you are noble,
From the people of the ring,
Show me where your connections are, the strength of the shoulders.

I answered and said, "How?"
I won't come to talk
With words of rage. What is this outburst and fury?

I answered and said, "How?"
I won't come to talk
With words of rage. What is this outburst and fury?
They think everything is easy,
Just come and barge in,
And whoever remains with the towel, they say, is a swindler.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

This isn't brought on by pride,
When I came belted,
This is repressed jealousy and a lot of envy.

I considered you my friend, my ally,
With me you would be enraged,
And you dig up traps for me that lead to Kabylie.

Until you became silly,
You have the right to be ashamed,
You know me, the cutter of seas, coming from the countryside.
They think everything is easy,
Just come and barge in,
Whoever remains with the towel, they say, is a swindler.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

May you be the sword,
Coming to the world,
Like you has never lived, never flourished, what he saw.

The one who is Zeghloul does not get tired,
And because he is a teacher,
He is able to put him in the letters H, L, B and K.
They think everything is easy,
Just come and barge in,
Whoever remains with the towel, they say, is a swindler.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

Marked feathers, oh delicate one,
Go back, don't regret it,
You have a beak that does not fight and weak wings.
Leave the harsh talk,
It is not appropriate,
And leave to you the language of anger and arrogance.
The one who is Zeghloul does not get tired,
Go back to the drawing board,
And the ones who sent you, tell them, "He is not weak."
They think everything is easy,
Just come and barge in,
Whoever remains with the towel, they say, is a swindler.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

Oh, Zeghloul, oh thin one,
Go back to the drawing board,
And the ones who sent you, tell them, "He is not weak."

They think everything is easy,
Just come and barge in,
Whoever remains with the towel, they say, is a swindler.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

There are those who come in the summer,
He starts to get angry,
He says, "I am, there is no other."
Especially if you are naive,
You are silent and helpful,
You become, in her time, a guard, or a dryer.
They think everything is easy,
Just come and barge in,
Whoever remains with the towel, they say, is a swindler.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.

There are those who come light,
With his fangs, he devours,
His mills did not grind hundreds of plates and a thousand scoops.
He wants a chair made of ivory,
And the treasures of the world,
Louis, diamonds, and silver from all kinds.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One,
You are the one who knows,
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.
Glory be to God, oh Gentle One, You are the one who knows
There are some people, out of their shame, they say they are afraid.
There are some people, out of their shame,
They say they are afraid.