Under the cedar moon your shadow sways, ya habibi, ya nouri,
Along the ancient stones my heart still strays, ya habibi, ya nouri.
The sea repeats your name in waves that kiss the Tyrian shore,
And every tide returns, but never stays, ya habibi, ya nouri.
Your eyes are lanterns lit on roads through hills of olive trees,
They guide qalbi home through all the dusk-lit maze, ya habibi, ya nouri.
Even the jasmine bends to hear the secrets of your breath,
And roses bloom where memory decays, ya habibi, ya nouri.
Your breath is warm like wine that sleeps in cellars by the sea,
It burns along my skin in secret ways, ya habibi, ya nouri.
The curve of your shoulder stirs the air like jasmine in the night,
And longing gathers where your shadow lays, ya habibi, ya nouri.
Your lips-two pomegranate halves just breaking in the sun,
Their sweetness floods the world and never sways, ya habibi, ya nouri.
Your hands are desert winds that wander thirsting over me,
Each touch a spark the silver moonlight plays, ya habibi, ya nouri.
I ache to drown in you the way the rivers drown in spring,
To lose myself in your unending gaze, ya habibi, ya nouri.
So take Layl, take my soul, my pulse, the marrow of my flame,
I am the ash your passion will erase, ya habibi, ya nouri.