نَفسي الفِداء لِغائِبٍ عَن ناظِري

نَفسي الفِداء لِغائِبٍ عَن ناظِري

وَمَحَلُّهُ في القَلبِ دونَ حِجابِهِ

وَمَحَلُّهُ في القَلبِ دونَ حِجابِهِ

My soul be ransom for one absent from my sight,

My soul I'd ransom for one absent from my sight

Yet his dwelling is in my heart, within its veil.

Yet he dwells in my heart behind no veil

لَولا تَمَتُّعُ مُقلَتي بِلِقائِهِ

لَولا تَمَتُّعُ مُقلَتي بِلِقائِهِ

لَوَهَبتُها لِمُبَشِّري إِيابِهِ

لَوَهَبتُها لِمُبَشِّري إِيابِهِ

Were it not for my eye's delight in meeting him,

If my eyelids gained no pleasure from his meeting

I would give it to the bearers of glad tidings of his return.

I'd have granted them to any bringing news of his return