Whene’er I see your radiant face, you ignite, Hobbi,

A little spark in me, making my dark world bright, Hobbi.

 I like the way in which you would gently caress my face,

As you’d wrap your arms around me and hug me tight, Hobbi.

 I miss walking with you, hand in hand, on soft desert sands,

And talking for hours and hours, late into the night, Hobbi.

 Never have I loved anyone so ardently before,

Why did you leave me in such a terrible plight, Hobbi?

 I now drown myself in an intoxicating red wine,

To push you away from my mind, with all my might, Hobbi.

 Ya fo’aadi, come here, listen to my impassioned pleas,

And our love story we can continue to write, Hobbi.

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Hobbi  means ‘my love’, and Ya fo’aadi means ‘my heart’ in Arabic.