| Mother, I hear the clopping of horses And I glimpse the dust stirring of cavalry Make the coffee, grind the cardamom My heart is set ablaze The one I long for emerges at their head The pride of the tribe and their horseman Bring us a marriage officiant You see, mother, I've been swayed A bird has flown and set in my heart Wish us a happy life, Mother Because he's immaculate and there is nobody else The gaze of his eyes affects me The fair one has come and the night has been rendered bright The drums are being hit, the horsemen are dancing And the finest of the tribes' men stand on every side Lifting the swords of joy overhead
Credits Song: Arabic love song Artist: Ghenwa Suleiman Music video: Courtesy of ghenwanet Text & translation: lyricstranslate.com Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. |