If only you knew how I miss you, Our fragile Al-Hubb al-Uzri, doesn't unite, It doesn't crown, it only intertwines souls along the way. It warms the heart with its radiance, It covers with the mystery of its garments, Giving neither sleep nor hope, As if eternity had come to the threshold. I miss you and every minute, I cry for this love, But it is not boredom, But that lava of fire that transforms blood. With its wings it holds in space The strings of stellar and lunar harps, You are constancy in my soul, Without Al-Hubb al-Uzri, we are dust.