نَفْسِي فِدَاؤُكَ يَا مَنْ قَدْ نَأَى فَدَنَا

نَفْسِي فِدَاؤُكَ يَا مَنْ قَدْ نَأَى فَدَنَا

وَلَمْ يَحُلَّ سِوَى رَبْعِ الْحَشَا وَطَنَا

وَلَمْ يَحُلَّ سِوَى رَبْعِ الْحَشَا وَطَنَا

My soul be your ransom, O you who went far away, then drew near,

My soul is your ransom, O you who were far yet drew near

May my soul be your ransom, O you who has journeyed far, yet drawn near,

and made no home but the dwelling of my heart.

And made home in the quarters of the tent and no more

And has settled in no homeland save the abode of my innermost depths.

لَوْلاَ فُؤَادِي أَخْشَى أَنْ يَذُوبَ ضَنىً

لَوْلاَ فُؤَادِي أَخْشَى أَنْ يَذُوبَ ضَنىً

لَقُلْتُ أَنْتَ فُؤَادِي أَوْ لَأَنْتَ أَنَا

لَقُلْتُ أَنْتَ فُؤَادِي أَوْ لَأَنْتَ أَنَا

Were I not afraid that my heart might melt with lovesickness,

Were it not that I fear my heart would melt from yearning

Were I not afraid that my heart would melt from wasting sorrow,

I would say, 'You are my heart—or indeed, you are I.'

I would say you are my heart or that I am you evermore

I would have said you are my heart, or indeed, you are me.