Subscribe and activate notifications on Mohammed Al Delbaj's official channel to get his latest artistic releases: / @mohammedaldelbj To follow Mohammed Al Delbaj on social media and music: https://alfan.link/mohammed.aldelbij - Lyrics: Mohammed bin Marai Lyrics of the Mawwal: Musaed Al Rasheedi Mawwal tunes: Popular folklore Al Sheela tunes: Yemeni folklore Recording: High Tone Studio Distribution and mix: Abdulrahman Al Shehri Design: Nasser Al Baqmi Nasser I Digital distribution: Fan Music Lyrics: From the first third In my place on my watch With my obsession Until dawn knocked Its timing My worries differ Like a rose on my watering can I wander over it As if the summer is its embrace I console a heart Between an opinion that differs from the opinion of hopes I heal it And the customs are its guide The past makes me regret and I hope for what is to come And I drive the stories Between maybe And if only it was On a dream of a lifetime It didn't happen to me According to my principles I turned away from it And I have sweetened it The valleys of the simple are my solace and the darkness My exile, I stay up late, and I rock his demons, without knowing the hidden. My complaint does not begin. The Great One knows the secrets of His servant and his hidden things, and hopes for a heart that yearns for the sound of the flute. Love wishes that the days were hard for him. Hope was short, if my right hand did not fall short. From the one who forgot me, and I did not forget him, I am frightened by him. I drive my heart and guide my steps to him. I listened to a heart that has never kissed him. I listened to him on the covenant from him to be faithful to love. Buy him. Take the heart from among the pendants and give him love. Loyalty from the core of the heart and from the furthest reaches of me. I gave him love until no love came to him from his family. Where in the furthest reaches of consciences he came to my protection, his ribs were bent. In my heart, he lit his match, their meadows were healed, and his home became my destination. May the scents of the rain showers water him. I see him denying love, intending to separate from me, and he sold love for coldness. The day I met him, he forgot his first love, made him recite to the forgetfulness. I do not blame my heart when his end increased. I forbade him from The rhyme is not listened to in the opinion except if only my heart would listen to the advice, if only it would