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In your love my soul's bird grew weary of its cage,

في حبك مل طير روحي القفصا

1. In your love my soul's bird grew weary of its cage,
In your light my heart danced like an atom.

١. في حبّكَ مَلَّ طَيرُ روحي القَفَصا
في نورك كالذَرِّ فؤادي رَقَصا

2. The prisoner of all-encompassing heedlessness did not know
Toward me from which breeze came such magic.

٢. لَم يَدرِ أَسيرُ غَفلَةٍ شامِلَةٍ
نَحوِيَ سَحَراً أَيَّ نَسيمٍ خلصا