كم حسرة لي قد غصت مرارتها

كم حسرة لي قد غصت مرارتها

جعلت قلبي لها وقفاً لبلواكا

جعلت قلبي لها وقفاً لبلواكا

How many a sorrow is mine, its bitterness caught in my throat;

How many a sorrow is mine, whose bitterness has choked me!

For it I made my heart a perpetual offering to Your affliction.

I have made my heart an endowment for it, for your trials.

وحق ما منك يبليني ويتلفني

وحق ما منك يبليني ويتلفني

لأبكينك أو أحظى بلقياكا

لأبكينك أو أحظى بلقياكا

By the sacred truth of what comes from You to try me and consume me,

And by the truth of what from you afflicts and destroys me,

I will surely weep for You—or be blessed with meeting You.

I shall surely weep for you until I am blessed with meeting you.