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Our fates diverge, though we are friends

خليلان مخُتلف نجرنُا

1. Our fates diverge, though we are friends
I love the lofty mountains, he craves rich plains

١. خَليلانِ مُختَلِفٌ نَجرُنا
أُحِبُّ العَلاءَ وَيَهوى السِمَن

2. I yearn for Mazin blood to flow
While to him the frothy milk is dear

٢. أُريدُ دِماءَ بَني مازِنٍ
وَراقَ المُعلى بَياضُ اللَبَن