هايمين [Himen] [English translation]

In a quiet and elegant atmosphere, minutes pass by, lovers, in passions and our love grows and increases.

Passions become fond of each other and we melt into it. And if the longing diminishes a little, we will rise to it, and start over.

With eyes, we talk to understand, and our hearts are overloaded with longing. And her feelings, oh their warmth, and our fire is burning and glowing. No love is above us, and proverbs are set in us. And in our smile, we sent a message to all lovers.

Passions become fond of each other and we melt into it. And if the longing diminishes a little, we will rise to it, and start over.

• Artist:Nabeel Shuail