| My darling come follow me Look what's happened to me In your absence I'm sleepless and obligated to confide in your specter Who could equal you? I'm holding you in my passion, and my passion is consuming me And I have no father or mother or uncle to complain to about the torment of your love My soul, heart, body, mind and beauty are in the palm of your hand I don't know what to do with your teasing and rejecting me Why should I hide my passion when it's consuming me? I'll complain, cry and speak, and perhaps, my dear, your heart will soften I send letters and write responses complaining to you, and it hurts I've been silent, patient and satisfied with this state from the start I'm holding you in my passion, and my passion is consuming me And I'd give my life and soul for you, my family, everything I own But you do not ask
Credits Song: Arabic folk song Artist: Asmahan أسمهان | آمال الأطرش Music video: Courtesy of Nadia Sahel Text & translation: Lyricstranslate.com Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. |