نَفسي الفِداءُ لِهَذا المَري

نَفسي الفِداءُ لِهَذا المَري

ضِ أَمسى الفُؤادُ عَلَيهِ شَفيقا

ضِ أَمسى الفُؤادُ عَلَيهِ شَفيقا

My soul be the ransom for this sick—

My soul I'd sacrifice for this beloved land

—one; my heart has grown tender with concern for him.

My heart has now become affectionately kind

سَأُلزِمُ عَينَيَّ طولَ البُكاءِ

سَأُلزِمُ عَينَيَّ طولَ البُكاءِ

فَلا تَستَفيقانِ حَتّى يُفيقا

فَلا تَستَفيقانِ حَتّى يُفيقا

I shall compel my eyes to prolonged weeping,

I will obligate my eyes with crying ever long

so they shall find no relief until he recovers.

So let them not awaken, until they both awake