نَفسي عَلى زَفَراتِها مَحبوسَةٌ

نَفسي عَلى زَفَراتِها مَحبوسَةٌ

يا لَيتَها خَرَجَت مَعَ الزَفَراتِ

يا لَيتَها خَرَجَت مَعَ الزَفَراتِ

My soul is held captive amid its sighs.

My soul on its sighs is imprisoned

My soul is confined by its heavy sighs,

Oh, would that it had departed with the sighs!

Would that with those sighs it had departed

Oh, would that it had departed along with those sighs.

لا خَيرَ بَعدَكَ في الحَياةِ وَإِنَّما

لا خَيرَ بَعدَكَ في الحَياةِ وَإِنَّما

أَبكي مَخافَةَ أَن تَطولَ حَياتي

أَبكي مَخافَةَ أَن تَطولَ حَياتي

There is no good in life after you, and I only

No good is there in life after you; rather

There is no good in life after you, and indeed,

weep for fear that my life may be prolonged.

I weep fearing that life may grow longer for me

I weep only for fear that my life might be long.