وَاِن هَواها في فُؤادي لِقُرحَة
دَوى مُنذُ كانَت قَد ابت ما تَدَمدم
And if her love within my heart is a wound
That has been aching since it wept when it fell silent
وَاِن هَواها في فُؤادي لِقُرحَة
دَوى مُنذُ كانَت قَد ابت ما تَدَمدم
And if her love within my heart is a wound
That has been aching since it wept when it fell silent