حصون الأماجد
O axe of glories
ما أجملك
My heart asks what has made you so confused
فرط التمني
Leave your pride, it won't save you from me
تاج الحب
She came gliding on the breeze of morn
رفيق الدرب
The past times of India or the farewell beating
مفارق الأبناء
Sorrow is my sustenance, and misfortune my garment,
ليل المحن
We suffer on the night of ordeals
قبلة العاشقين
أكلمها
جد يا نسيم