Ya Asir al-Ghazali
Ya Asir al-Ghazali
Ya Asir al-Ghazali
Ya Asir al-Amaram
Ya Asir al-Ghazali
Ya Asir al-Amaram
Ya Asir al-Amaram
Ya Rabbi, your feet are like the grass
Your feet are like the pain
Your feet are like the pain
Your feet are like the pain
Your feet are like the pain Your feet are like the pain
Ya Rabbi, we are from the dead
I am the one who was wounded
by the first love
I am the one who was wounded by the first love
I am the one who was wounded
by the first love
I am the one who was wounded by the first love
I am a slave of love
