go tmanessar tpiqla b’libbee shimsha khatta
shimsha d’khobba, d’nayes allan khidya o khdoota
bahareyeh, wardeh o shooshanneh o ganyata
khobba malka d’donyeh o perdesa d’jwanqoota
eman ptikhla eda d’khobba tar3a d’libbee
wardeh o sipreh d’beh nissaneh gkhiklon gobbee
khda youna khirshanta teela kleela qorbee
briklee o sghidlee qam aqleh d’alahta d’khobbee
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manee d’leleh momda libbeh b’noora d’khobba
khayeh ena taboot go qora kharaba
akh ya khobba kmewit khilya, khilya raba
khot golpanooh shakhin, o patikh kol kha libba
ta aziztee maqish libbee d’khadya ganee
marya yadeh keh bayinnakh bosh min ainee
makhnin minnakh o atee kislee kleeta l’dipnee
bas ta khayee la shoqatlee o parshat minnee
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khleeta ewat bosh et khamta m’kikhwa d’badla
lakhomtewat op ghazala beyakh bakhla
shapertewat qishtee maran b’shopra badla
ainakh koomeh treh dorrateh mikhyeh l’kikhla
alahta d’khobbee madmeyat al malakhta
alahta d’khobbee ainatakh gera o qishta
gashaqyatakh keh kharshinnee o qa6lee l’mota
gashaqyatakh qetee b’libbee bosh min skinta
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manee d’leleh momda libbeh b’noora d’khobba
khayeh ena taboot go qora kharaba
akh ya khobba kmewit khilya, khilya raba
khot golpanooh shakhin, o patikh kol kha libba
ta aziztee maqish libbee d’khadya ganee
marya yadeh keh bayinnakh bosh min ainee
makhnin minnakh o atee kislee kleeta l’dipnee
bas ta khayee la shoqatlee o parshat minnee
ܓܵܘ ܬܡܵܢܸܥܣܲܪ ܬܦܝܼܩ ܠܵܗ̇ ܒܠܸܒܝܼ ܫܸܡܫܵܐ ܚܲܕܬܵܐ
ܫܸܡܫܵܐ ܕܚܘܼܒܵܐ ܕܢܵܐܸܣ ܥܲܠܲܢ ܚܸܕܝܵܐ ܘܚܕܘܼܬܵܐ
ܒܵܗܵܪ̈ܝܼܹܐ ܘܘܲܪ̈ܕܹܐ ܘܫܘܼܫܲܢܹ̈ܐ ܘܓܲܢܝܵܬ̈ܵܐ
ܚܘܼܒܵܐ ܡܲܠܟܵܐ ܕܕܘܼܢܝܹܐ ܘܦܲܪܕܲܝܣܵܐ ܕܓ̰ܘܲܢܩܘܼܬܵܐ
ܐܝܼܡܵܢ ܦܬܝܼܚ ܠܵܗ̇ ܐܝܼܕܵܐ ܕܚܘܼܒܵܐ ܬܲܪܥܵܐ ܕܠܸܒܝܼ
ܘܲܪ̈ܕܹܐ ܘܨܸܦܖܹ̈ܐ ܕܒܹܝܬ݇ ܢܝܼܣܵܢܹ̈ܐ ܓܚܝܼܟ ܠܗ݇ܘܿܢ ܓܘܼܒܝܼ
ܚܕܵܐ ܝܵܘܢܵܐ ܚܲܪܫܲܢܬܵܐ ܐ݇ܬܹܐ ܠܵܗ̇ ܟܠܹܐ ܠܵܗ̇ ܩܘܼܪܒܝܼ
ܒܪܝܼܟ ܠܝܼ ܘܣܓ̣ܝܼܕ ܠܝܼ ܩܵܕ݇ܡ ܐܲܩܠܹ̈ܐ ܕܐܲܠܵܗܬܵܐ ܕܚܘܼܒܝܼ
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ܡܵܢܝܼ ܕܠܹܐ ܝܠܹܗ ܡܥܘܼܡܕܵܐ ܠܸܒܹܗ ܒܢܘܼܪܵܐ ܕܚܘܼܒܵܐ
ܚܲܝܹ̈ܐ ܝܼܢܵܐ ܬܵܒܘܿܬ ܓܵܘ ܩܲܒ̣ܪܵܐ ܚܲܪܵܒܵܐ
ܐܵܚ ܝܵܐ ܚܘܼܒܵܐ ܟܡܵܐ ܝܘܸܬ ܚܸܠܝܵܐ ܚܸܠܝܵܐ ܪܵܒܵܐ
ܬܚܘܿܬ ܓܘܼܠܦܵܢܘܼ̈ܟ̣ ܫܵܚܸܢ ܘܦܵܬܸܚ ܟܠ ܚܲܕ݇ ܠܸܒܵܐ
ܬܵܐ ܥܲܙܝܼܙܬܝܼ ܡܲܩܸܫ ܠܸܒܝܼ ܕܚܵܕܝܵܐ ܓܵܢܝܼ
ܡܵܪܝܵܐ ܝܵܕܹܥ ܕܟܹܐ ܒܵܥܹܝܢ ܠܵܟ̣ܝ ܒܘܼܫ ܡ̣ܢ ܥܲܝܢ̈ܝܼ
ܡܲܚܢܹܝܢ ܡܸܢܵܟ̣ܝ ܘܐܲܢ݇ܬܸܢ ܠܟܸܣ ܠܝܼ ܟܠܝܼܬܵܐ ܠܕܸܦܢܝܼ
ܒܲܣ ܬܵܐ ܚܲܝܝܼ̈ ܠܵܐ ܫܵܒ̣ܩܵܬܝ ܠܝܼ ܘܦܵܪܫܵܬܝ ܡܸܢܝܼ
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ܚܠܝܼܬܵܐ ܝܼܘܵܬܝ ܒܘܼܫ ܝ݇ܘ݇ܬܝ ܚܲܡܬܐ ܡܟܵܘܟ̣ܒ̣ܹ̈ܐ ܕܒܲܕܠܵܐ
ܠܵܚܘܿܡܬܵܐ ܝܼܘܵܬܝ ܐܘܼܦ ܓ̣ܲܙܵܠܵܐ ܒܝܼܵܟ̣ܝ ܒܵܚܠܵܐ
ܫܲܦܝܼܪܬܵܐ ܝܘܵܬܝ ܩܸܫܬܝܼ ܡܵܪܲܢ ܒܫܘܼܦܪܵܟ̣ܝ ܒܲܕܠܵܐ
ܥܲܝܢܵܟ̣̈ܝ ܐ݇ܟܘܿܡܹ̈ܐ ܬܪܹܝܢ ܕܘܼܪ̈ܵܬܹܐ ܡܸܚܝܹ̈ܐ ܠܟܸܚܠܵܐ
ܐܲܠܵܗܬܵܐ ܕܚܘܼܒܝܼ ܡܲܕܡܝܵܬܝ ܥܲܠ ܡܲܠܲܐܟ̣ܬܵܐ
ܐܲܠܵܗܬܵܐ ܕܚܘܼܒܝܼ ܥܲܝܢܵܬܵܟ̣̈ܝ ܓܹܐܪܵܐ ܘܩܸܫܬܵܐ
ܓܲܫܲܩܝܵܬܵܟ̣̈ܝ ܟܹܐ ܚܲܪܫܸܢܝܼ ܘܩܵܛܠܝܼ ܠܡܵܘܬܵܐ
ܓܲܫܲܩܝܵܬܵܟ̣̈ܝ ܩܵܝܬܝܼ ܒܠܸܒܝܼ ܒܘܼܫ ܡ̣ܢ ܣܟܝܼܢܬܵܐ
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ܡܵܢܝܼ ܕܠܹܐ ܝܠܹܗ ܡܥܘܼܡܕܵܐ ܠܸܒܹܗ ܒܢܘܼܪܵܐ ܕܚܘܼܒܵܐ
ܚܲܝܹ̈ܐ ܝܢܵܐ ܬܵܒܘܿܬ ܓܵܘ ܩܲܒ̣ܪܵܐ ܚܲܪܵܒܵܐ
ܐܵܚ ܝܵܐ ܚܘܼܒܵܐ ܟܡܵܐ ܝܘܸܬ ܚܸܠܝܵܐ ܚܸܠܝܵܐ ܪܵܒܵܐ
ܬܚܘܿܬ ܓܘܼܠܦܵܢܘܼ̈ܟ̣ ܫܵܚܸܢ ܘܦܵܬܸܚ ܟܠ ܚܲܕ݇ ܠܸܒܵܐ
ܬܵܐ ܥܲܙܝܼܙܬܝܼ ܡܲܩܸܫ ܠܸܒܝܼ ܕܚܵܕܝܵܐ ܓܵܢܝܼ
ܡܵܪܝܵܐ ܝܵܕܹܥ ܕܟܹܐ ܒܵܥܹܝܢ ܠܵܟ̣ܝ ܒܘܼܫ ܡ̣ܢ ܥܲܝܢ̈ܝܼ
ܡܲܚܢܹܝܢ ܡܸܢܵܟ̣ܝ ܘܐܲܢ݇ܬܸܢ ܠܟܸܣ ܠܝܼ ܟܠܝܼܬܵܐ ܠܕܸܦܢܝܼ
ܒܲܣ ܬܵܐ ܚܲܝܝܼ̈ ܠܵܐ ܫܵܒ̣ܩܵܬܝ ܠܝܼ ܘܦܵܪܫܵܬܝ ܡܸܢܝܼ
On my 18th year of life, my heart met its new sun
A new love that brings us joy and happiness
Spring flowers fill the gardens
Love is a king of the world, a paradise for the young
When love opened the door to my heart
Flowers and spring birds smiled into my face, I became a happy person
An attractive dove came and stood close to me
I kneeled and worshipped before the feet of my love
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Whoever hasn’t baptised their heart with the fire of love
Life is like a coffin in the grave
Oh love, how sweet you are!
Under your wings, hearts become warm, and every heart opens to be free of sadness
Come to me, my beloved, and warm my heart to make me a happy person
God knows I love you more than I love my own eyes
I miss you even when you’re standing beside me
Just come, my love, don’t leave me or break my heart
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Sweetheart, you’re more beautiful than the stars in the early morning
You’re so stunning that even the deer envy you
The beautiful rainbow flirts with your beauty
And your stunning black eyes with that black kohl
My divine love, you’re like an angel
My divine love, your eyes are like arrows and bows
Your gaze enchants and defies death
Your gaze touches my heart more than any knife
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Whoever hasn’t baptised their heart with the fire of love
Life is like a coffin in the grave
Oh love, how sweet you are!
Under your wings, hearts become warm, and every heart opens to be free of sadness
Come to me, my beloved, and warm my heart to make me a happy person
God knows I love you more than I love my own eyes
I miss you even when you’re standing beside me
Just come, my love, don’t leave me or break my heart