Текст песни ummi kam ahwaha - ummi kam ahwaha

My mother, how I love her .. I miss seeing her
I long to meet her ... and kiss her right

My mother is the spring of tenderness
My mother .. Hiba Al-Rahman
And the soul is as fragrant as basil

Mum .. she is the sweetest poplar
It appears in the face of light
My mother is joy, happiness, and a light that covers her

My mother, how I love her .. I miss seeing her
I long to meet her ... and kiss her right

Adam, my mother, in safety and peace, Hanan
May you be satisfied, Rahman. Honor me with satisfaction

My mother, how I love her .. I miss seeing her
I long to meet her ... and kiss her right