[منى عرب]

She was not beautiful a Venus
she did not have a figure of Madonna


Her skills as a nurse were just, unbelievable
And when marriage train passed by her hastily
Without even a glimpse
She kept smiling, loving, every patient in the ward

With every wound she dressed
She forgot her own wounds

At last her lonely nights have turned golden
When the youngest kings daughter, became very ill
He did not look for a Venus or Madonna
Only she was chosen to be Nurse of little Princess