My love, morning star, master
The sun in Lebanon told me
The secrets of the sunset
I’m like the wind at the shore
Bending the gusts
I’ll knock down all the doors to meet you. Open my love.
Come to me
My sails have come down
The waves of the sea are glowing from the gold
I stay awake the length of the night, it asks me
Am I not tired of roaming the ages
The flute is hoarse, from how much I played it
Messages on the wind, from the richness of the windpipe
We go around the land
and the days of love calls us
We travel all across the world
We return and find our anchors
Here, the house of the people of the sword dwell
One oasis of eternal paradise for the Arabic people.