عنابي [3ennabi] [English translation]

Burgundy ... O Burgundy .. O cheeks of the sweet one.

My loved ones .. My loved ones .. O eyelashes of the sweet one.

Can you believe the sweet one would leave me to the fire that is melting me?

What does he want, the sweet one? .. What does he want, the sweet one?

The eyes lean down onto his cheeks, and observe their gardens and roses.

A breeze of aroma passes by, if the sweet one ever walks by.

Many fragrances emit from him, and he acts with pride because

he is sure and he knows that he is the cute & sweet one.

Can you believe the sweet one would leave me to the fire that is melting me?

What does he want, the sweet one? .. What does he want, the sweet one?

And his eyes - oh my - his eyes! They awaken

hearts deep in slumber

O you who greet us good morning, please, go inform the sweet one.

Tell him that he has those who love him, who have opened to love their door

From the overpowering longing of love, but still the sweet one has not come.

Can you believe the sweet one would leave me to the fire that is melting me?

What does he want, the sweet one? .. What does he want, the sweet one?

My heart you poor thing. You who suppress your love and conceal it.

Never reveal to the sweet one my love. What have I got to do with the sweet one?

And for when is it fated that we remain distant? I am asking everywhere about him and searching.

My thoughts are confused with his love, and still the sweet one has not come.

Can you believe the sweet one would leave me to the fire that is melting me?

What does he want, the sweet one? .. What does he want, the sweet one?