oh you, who's leaning against that branch
oh you, who's leaning against the tree branches, my beloved, and tanned, you've stolen my heartpassion has burned my heart, oh it has done more than thatthey named you and haven't done just to you, my lovethey named you the softest nameyou're genuine between the trees (special)you are put above heads (respected)the sand can't be kneaded (sand=skin or body/she's original)and the thorns can't be kissed (means she's conservative)and the secret is only kept by the righteous people
oh you, who's leaning against the tree branches, my beloved, and tanned, you've stolen my heartpassion has burned my heart, oh it has done more than thathey girl, come back, and keep your promiseslove and loyalty turned to sorrow, don't break your promisesyour presence around me is my salvation, and my death is in your silence/absencethe sips from the glass of good old days bring me back to life
oh you, who's leaning against the tree branches, my beloved, and tanned, you've stolen my heartpassion has burned my heart, oh it has done more than thateven among the palm trees you would meet meat night and morning you would give me your loveyou're eyes are beautiful, my loveand you are all i can seelayla, Buthayna, and jamil can hear our songs (famous ancient arab lovers)