Lyrics By: Mu’allim Rabah az-Zafar, OP
© 1994 - Ross E. Wilkins

I sing to you of my love that I hold so dear,
Here in my heart, like a gold treasure.
That I love so freely ‘tis a wondrous thing,
She gives me joy, makes me so happy.

Her lips are just like wine, sublime, divine!
Oh, in her arms dare I say let my cares fall away, I love her madly!
To have her in my arms with all her charms …
Oh, when she smiles I can see all the love there for me, I love her gladly! 

I sing of my sweet lady, she who is so fair,
Soft is her voice and her silken hair.
Her eyes they are like sapphires of the brightest blue,
Lost in their depths I’m a drunken fool.