قبل الوصول [Qabl el wosool] [English translation]

She asked me 'Can I become a song

A poem or one of your stories

Can I be an idea in your head, for one day

One that would keep you away, even for a moment

From boredom and saves you from depression

Can I be anything that belongs to you

Any photo framed on your wall

any clock ticking your time

She asked 'Can I be a pair of glasses

Through which you see Hope, or even

a mirror you look at, everyday

A hobby that clears your heart from its aches

I long to be any dream that steals you

One night

One night, to the desires

to the desires