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A yearning book has not sung, like a dove,

ูƒุชุงุจ ู…ุดูˆู‚ ู…ุง ุชุบู†ุช ุญู…ุงู…ุฉ

1. A yearning book has not sung, like a dove,
Of leaves, except longing for you

ูก. ูƒูุชุงุจู ู…ูŽุดููˆู‚ู ู…ุง ุชูŽุบูŽู†ูŽู‘ุช ุญูŽู…ุงู…ูŽุฉูŒ
ู…ูู†ูŽ ุงู„ูˆูุฑู‚ู ุฅูู„ู‘ุง ุญูŽู†ูŽู‘ ุดูŽูˆู‚ุงู‹ ุฅูู„ูŽูŠูƒูู…ู

2. Staying in the Maghrebiโ€™s land, his heart
Is hostage to the north wind, with you

ูข. ู…ูู‚ูŠู…ู ุจูุฃูŽุฑุถู ุงู„ู…ูŽุฌุฒูŽุฑููŠูู‘ ูˆูŽู‚ูŽู„ุจูู‡ู
ุฑูŽู‡ูŠู†ูŒ ุจูุฌูŽุฑุนุงุกู ุงู„ุดูŽู…ุงู„ู ู„ูŽุฏูŽูŠูƒูู…ู

3. He yearns when a northern breeze blows
Because it leads to you or passes by you

ูฃ. ูŠูŽุญูู†ูู‘ ุฅูุฐุง ู‡ูŽุจูŽู‘ุช ุดูŽู…ุงู„ูŒ ู„ูุฃูŽู†ูŽู‘ู‡ุง
ุชูุคูŽุฏู‘ูŠ ุฅูู„ูŽูŠูƒูู… ุฃูŽูˆ ุชูŽู…ูุฑูู‘ ุนูŽู„ูŽูŠูƒู…ู