وَشادن تُدار مِن
أَحداقِهِ أَقداحُنا
Our cups are refilled
From his eager eyes
كَأَنَّهُ رَيحانة
تَشمها أَرواحَنا
As though with basil
Our souls breathe his sighs
وَشادن تُدار مِن
أَحداقِهِ أَقداحُنا
Our cups are refilled
From his eager eyes
كَأَنَّهُ رَيحانة
تَشمها أَرواحَنا
As though with basil
Our souls breathe his sighs