دعى النجوم …

Let the stars…

Let the clouds…

Let the clouds…

Let the hopes…

Let the dreams…

Let the mirage…

Let the sorrows…

Let the melancholy…

Let the lineage…

Love is my highest, my beloved…

From searching for reasons…

Who owns his heart…

Who regulates the pulses…

Can you kill the longing…

Or do you command and the longings commit suicide?

Love alone is the master of its own affairs…

And love alone shortens distances…

I love you…Know that

Let go of excuses…

Let go of glances…

And surrender…to the one who shortens distances