O my beloved whose eyebrows are coal black,
whose eyes are my punishment
aman aman aman
I'm in a pickle, up to no good.
Oh my beloved whose hair is my trouble,
whose lips are kind offerings,
aman aman this soul
shall be sacrificed for your sake.
This life without you is a waste,
the days that pass by without seeing you are forbidden to me.
Come on, have mercy, don't deny me,
tell me tell me
Who loves you the most
in this world?
Me ofcourse.
Who raises you high up,
putting you on a pedestal?
Me ofcourse.