. . Follow the artist Al Waleed Al Amer through social and music pages https://alfan.link/alwaleed_alamer Subscribe and activate notifications on Al Waleed Al Amer's official channel to get his latest artistic releases https://cutt.us/lSXLB Ya Ghariba - Al Waleed Al Amer (Exclusively) 2024 Al Waleed Al Amer (Exclusive) 2024 - Lyrics: Omar Bin Hithal Distribution and Mixing: Tone Life Design: Nasser Al-Baqmi Nasser I Digital Distribution: Fan Music __ Lyrics - Ya Ghariba - My days before your love were strange And my days after I loved you became the strangest The more I used to laugh at the funniest lover with his lover The more I became compassionate towards (the lover) And the affliction pains me The day I tried (to save my heart) And avoid what is fearful I used to think love is weakness And the home of the lovers is a jungle I want to live my life And my chest is full of tears What is it but (manliness - And no love but the brilliance I was only delighted by hearing the actions of Ibn Muslim Qutaiba And I envied nothing but the intelligence of (Al-Hajjaj) in the art of oratory In my entire life, my rights were not taken by force I found no place with me but - the fighter and the tough I did not know that the journey of my days - its near station begins with The last (homeland) I wished to knock on its door I came with my ribs in eternity and my heart and veins barren And your path was the divine command And I rained you - the most generous cloud The day you took the soul of my heart With your terrible power I could not extend a hand - nor could I return an answer I became the one who tasted the flavor of victory From the weak And the dangerous right that dies if it clears its right Every time I intend to return the right from you - and if the calamity is the thief, the sword of your eye - and your smile is the representation Every time the winds of longing blow For your night, its fragrance exudes Poetry is intoxicated And the poet begins his rituals by writing Glory be to the one who made your magic - without doubt or suspicion The reviver of the dead - The killer of the living - Except for his majesty This is me Every day I begin with your ghost and end with it And every night I die in the place where your lute is made pure And its revival With you I am bound by the feeling of a believer To Mecca and Medina If the rope of title did not bind me to you And kinship, O spring of life, O luck and portion of Ibn Hudhal, bestow from the sweetness of your sorrow the brightness of the flower of his youth, so that I may know that every joy I lived before you - was gloomy, and every distress is not the distress of your absence - was a joke. Let the world (and I am by your side) bring what it will bring, and whatever happens - my heart seeks you on your behalf. Judge the union) and redeem a seeker from his seeker, and judge the separation when it arises (the limit of war, oh I fear loss, and from the simplest feeling of any disappointment, and from (the defeat of my tears - and from the prison of depression, oh I am the great man who has a lover behind him, I do not mention her, if you want him to bring a thick head, he brought it, I cry, in your love I am stronger in situations, and I take pride in it, a pride from which a long mustache falls - fear and awe, I cry, I am the longing of the eyes that suits her - Arab, not pride, a coward, I do not take pride, no one knows him, and you take your pride from the name of Al-Otaibi And take refuge in Him, just as your grandfather did. Your eye is like the face of your grandfather’s sword. The heads of the people are like him. How many heads are like Ghadeeb? And your eyes are drowsy. The hearts of the people are taken by his plunder. Disperse the features of sadness with your beauty - and celebrate it with the celebration of the one whom God has given your love and is satisfied with. Whenever the wide valleys of the graves become narrow for you, remember that you are the beloved of a poet whose concern is reproach. If the world is good for you - he knows how to find his doctor. And if he loses your face, the features of joy - he loses his mind in the arms of his face - and your heart, by God, it is not afflicted by sadness, distress, or fear. He dares - and he who does not find difficult things for your sake would give his heart a gift that he does not possess, even his clothes. Whenever the critic says love is fire, what is its secret? He says even death for the sake of the one we love is welcome. He is clumsy and does not know that any lover from Otaiba is suicidal. He drives life without taking it into account. __ To be continued by Al-Waleed Al-Amer Via social media Twitter: https://cutt.us/yzvKp Twitter Instagram: https://cutt.us/aICLV Instagram Snapchat: https://cutt.us/D0WeH Snapchat To preserve and protect your rights, join the Alfan family http://dashboard.alfangroup.com/apply