ايها الراحل
حدسي ماانفك يرى ارتعاش يديك
هنا
وهناك يمينك تقطف ثمارالجنه
لااضن مثلك ينسى ذوي
توق وضجيج
O departed one
You went far away and all that remained of you was your silence
My intuition keeps seeing your hands shaking
here
And there your right hand reaps the fruits of Paradise
I don't think people like you will forget, those with the noise of yearning
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