حَكَّمَهُ في مُهجَتي حُسنُهُ

حَكَّمَهُ في مُهجَتي حُسنُهُ

فَظَلّ لا يَعدِلُ في حُكمِهِ

فَظَلّ لا يَعدِلُ في حُكمِهِ

His beauty made him judge over my soul.

His beauty has taken rule of my heart

So he remained unjust in his judgment.

So he does not waver in his decree

أَفديه ما يَنفَكُّ لي ظالِماً

أَفديه ما يَنفَكُّ لي ظالِماً

يا رَبَّ لا يُجزَ عَلى ظُلمِهِ

يا رَبَّ لا يُجزَ عَلى ظُلمِهِ

I would ransom him; he never ceases to wrong me.

I ransom him, he does not cease to oppress me

O Lord, let him not be punished for his injustice.

Oh Lord, may he not be rewarded for his injustice