How pretty, my lover, how pretty

This moon*, look how beautiful

I want to spoil him

On my life, no one will upset him anymore

How pretty, my lover, how pretty

This moon, look how beautiful

I want to spoil him

On my life, no one will upset him

And forgive, if you all forgive

And be ashamed, don’t hurt him no more

If he’s upset, I will lift it

My lover, in my heart is his place

I have no one but him, he’s for me

He has no one but me, I’m for him

I accept him, without criticism

To be honest I am in love with him, don’t ask him about it anymore

And listen, if you all listen

My lover, his head hurts

And be quiet, no more talking

Don’t subtract anymore, don’t add anymore***

And forgive, if you all forgive

And be ashamed, don’t hurt him no more

If he’s upset, I will lift it

My lover, in my heart is his place

* Lovers are often addressed as the moon in arabic songs. The moon is seen a symbol of beauty and when telling someone they “are a moon” it means they are very beautiful. Here he is addressing his lover as the moon, not the actual moon :)

** In Arabic, the unknown person is addressed as a “he” regardless of gender

*** literal translation, basically means don’t talk and ask questions and gossip