Tlobni 3al mot [English translation]

Ask for me when I'm on my deathbed, I'll answer,

Whatever you want from me I'll give you,

Flirt with me, my dear, flirt,

Oh I'm dying over you.

My God, my God,

What is this beauty?! God protect you

Can you believe from all this longing,

That I miss you even while you're holding me?

If you for a minute leave me,

I swear it feels as though it's been years.

So by God, don't leave me

Or in an instant I'll feel you've been away years.

My God, my God,

What is this beauty?! God protect you

All this beauty is found in you,

God protect you.

No poet in the universe,

Can describe you in a way you deserve.

My God, my God,

What is this beauty?! God protect you

• Artist:Wafek Habeeb