Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Ya Aba Saleh The heart of this me the devotee Filled with the fragrance of narcissus Like a butterfly my heart is waiting Long hoping for narcissus With worry and sorrow I am dying From pain, separation and isolation Utters my tongue prayers for your relief Tel me why do you not come? Please! Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Ya Aba Saleh Its me the weird and the ugly And you worthy and all-beauty Me the most wretched among the needy And you the master of all riches What would happen if one day The location of your green tent - I knew That a day is granted to me The sight of your green tent granted to me Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Ya Aba Saleh Again my sinful existence Has sought its way to your devotion My head bowed, my heart broken With my eyes filled with shame From every tear of mine Look! Fragrance of yours is smelt And these two tired and shaky hands Once again extend to your presence .. Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Aba Saleh! Ya Aba Saleh Show Less >>