Rajol Nayn Thalath Nisaa | Obaid Ibrheem Bu Melha

The lovebirds spoke to me, the stars of the night spoke to me; I touch the breeze of her velvet beauty, like silk..
I lie under the shadows of the plains of her eyelashes.. I heard the sound of the trumpet of love blowing in me, for the first time I feel this strange feeling after a chant. It is fate that leaves you for a while until you despair and then surprises you with the unexpected, The dictatorship followed the voice of the only decision and closed my ears to the confusion of possibilities.