the pain of the heart, the pain of the heart
the pain of the heart, the pain of the heart
the pain of the heart, the pain of the heart
the pain of the heart, the pain of the heart
the pain of the heart, the pain of the heart
I swear on the Quraish,
I will Wait till the Seventh day,
Then I will leave for my land for a hundred miles
Hurrayed by our own history
For all
its cries