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O Lord of the thirsty pilgrim's garb

يا رب ظمآن الوشاح

1. O Lord of the thirsty pilgrim's garb
Relenting from the cold rocks

١. يا رُبَّ ظَمآنِ الوِشاحِ
يَفتَرُّ عن بَردِ الأَقاحي

2. Still do I kiss his lips
Amid basil and meadowsweet

٢. ما زِلتُ أَلثُمُ ثَغرَهُ
ما بَينَ رَيحانٍ وَراحِ

3. On a night not wide enough
For our embrace in all directions

٣. في لَيلَةٍ لَم تَتَّسِع
لِعِناقِنا مِنها النَواحي

4. Not until her evening face appeared
Did the face of morning arise

٤. ما لاحَ وَجهُ عَشائِها
حَتّى بَدا وَجهُ الصَباحِ