Merchants of patience,
set some aside for me
My lover forgets
and I remember him
Give me also a little more tolerance
for the tiresome condition
as I wait for him
The flame of love burns strongly
and the memories keep pouring
mercilessly on my heart
My heart is a string in a rebab1
singing in its own way
You there, going over to see him, take with you
a letter from a loving heart sick with longing
and take with you my tears from the tissues
and the sighs of the night and the yearning to see him
The flame of love burns strongly
and the memories keep pouring
mercilessly on my heart
My heart is a string in a rebab
singing in its own way
1. a string instrument