1. My soul is your ransom, O you who were far yet drew near
And made home in the quarters of the tent and no more
١. نَفْسِي فِدَاؤُكَ يَا مَنْ قَدْ نَأَى فَدَنَا
وَلَمْ يَحُلَّ سِوَى رَبْعِ الْحَشَا وَطَنَا
2. Were it not that I fear my heart would melt from yearning
I would say you are my heart or that I am you evermore
٢. لَوْلاَ فُؤَادِي أَخْشَى أَنْ يَذُوبَ ضَنىً
لَقُلْتُ أَنْتَ فُؤَادِي أَوْ لَأَنْتَ أَنَا