You are the lily on the field, the orchid in the asphaltYou are the well in the desert, the hope in shapeYour name is written on the walls of this cityBecause you are the harvest, the fruit and the seedYou are the gentle river that feeds my gardensYou get everything out of me, you are everything I knowYou yourself bring a rock to the lightMy breath, my heartbeat, my life is wasteOh, the smile of the pomegranate, calling for the eveningAnd your dream of the evening, fire from the HassanI see you to the horizon, and your hair is the desertI am a bird, happy, a bird from the HassanYasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, YasminaI am the star of the crown, we are the ebb and the flowYou are the heavenly earth, we are fire and bloodYou are the mouth of a delta, my shell in the sandI carry you on wings, I storm the landOh, the smile of the pomegranate, calling for the eveningAnd your dream of the evening, fire from the HassanI see you to the horizon, and your hair is the desertI am a bird, happy, a bird from the HassanYasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, YasminaOh, the love of our life, we hear the coming of our motherOh, the beauty among us, you are the night of our joyYou kill me with your eyes, you kidnap me in the midst of the crowdYou kill me with your eyes, you kidnap me in the midst of the crowdYasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, YasminaYasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, YasminaYasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, YasminaYasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina