Habeeb, my boy.
Habeeb is a good boy.
Habeeb, son of blessing
I know you are beautiful.
In your heart, be beautiful.
Be righteous and righteous.
Everyone will be happy with you.
Respect your elders.
Have mercy on your little ones.
Your life will be brighter.
Its light will be brighter than the sun's.
Habeeb, my boy.
habeeb Good boy.
Habeeb, son of blessing.
I hope you have a long journey.
Take the lead from the underprivileged.
Take their hands and lead them to the light.
A place where there is no noise but happiness.
Take them to the green garden.
They smell the scent of flowers.
They hug each other and rejoice.
May they bless you and say thank you.
Habeeb, my boy.
Habeeb Good boy.
Habeeb son of blessing.

I was unsuccessful in reaching the peak.
I nose-dived to understand the ******.
So how do I get to the apex?
Since I can't reach the peak.
So where is the peak?
I don't even know the peak.
I wish someone would let me know the acme.
I would have walked to the zenith.
Because I want to find out what it is at the pinnacle.

The begging is overwhelming.
A beggar always loses his dignity.
in the eyes of everyone.
as if the maker is naked.
in the eyes of everyone.
if something bothers your life.
then you ***** and throw it away.
but do not beg.
because it destroys dignity.
Just be patient and rely on yourself.
Of course, you will find a solution.
Remember, people don't understand now.
If you ask them, then you will become a naked.
and they stopped seeing you with hair.
How will they see you and your skin?
How can they see you with muscles?
They will only see you naked.
But throw up what's bothering you.
But don't beg.

I am on the go to my good words.
I want to sing to a good friend.
He is unique and makes me proud.
on the bright-blue seas and oceans.
when I wake up early from sleep.
I am keeping him very close to me.
Every day, I look at his white face.
When he feels me panting, he is awake.
if I closed my eyes.
Then he put his finger on me.
One morning, I closed my eyes.
He touched me, and he smiled.
means he understands that I was awake.
A child with a talent to perceive
He is a five-month-old boy.
but he keeps trying to talk.
and he knows pleasure and pain.
He knows his mother and his father.
At times, when I come home, he is happy to play.
When I go out, he gets angry.
I love my son, Habeeb.
I named him Habeeb.
because it is my father's name.
and my father died.
He died before I was married.
After I got married, I whispered to my son.
My father's name Habeeb.
Habeeb, that is "beloved."
It is an Arabic word for "interesting."
God bless Habeeb, my boy.
God bless Habeeb, my father.