M y love is like a gazelle or a young deer. See, he is standing behind our wall. He is looking through the windows, through the wood cross-pieces.
كَالغَزالِ أوْ كَمُهرِ الظَّبيِ حَبِيبِي. ها هُوَ واقِفٌ عَلَى الجّانِبِ الآخَرِ مِنْ حائِطِنا. مِنَ النّافِذَةِ يُحَدِّقُ، وَمِنَ الشُّباكِ يَستَرِقُ النَظَرَ.
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