مَتى ما يَغفُلُ الواشونَ تُومِىءْ
بِأَطرافٍ مُنَعَّمَةٍ طُفولِ
Whenever the night watchmen are distracted,
You gesture with gentle fingertips, my childhood
مَتى ما يَغفُلُ الواشونَ تُومِىءْ
بِأَطرافٍ مُنَعَّمَةٍ طُفولِ
Whenever the night watchmen are distracted,
You gesture with gentle fingertips, my childhood