ثناء فحنّ الجذعُ شوقاً فكيفَ لا
يَحِنُّ له قَلبِي وَتَنهَلُّ مُقلَتِي
Her praise made his slender frame bend in yearning—how could
My heart not bend toward her? How could my tears not flow?
ثناء فحنّ الجذعُ شوقاً فكيفَ لا
يَحِنُّ له قَلبِي وَتَنهَلُّ مُقلَتِي
Her praise made his slender frame bend in yearning—how could
My heart not bend toward her? How could my tears not flow?