قُلوبُ الناسِ أَسرى في يَدَيهِ

قُلوبُ الناسِ أَسرى في يَدَيهِ

وَثَوبُ الحُسنِ مَخلوعاً عَلَيهِ

وَثَوبُ الحُسنِ مَخلوعاً عَلَيهِ

People’s hearts are captives in his hands,

The hearts of people are captives in his hands

And the robe of beauty is bestowed upon him.

And the garment of beauty lies discarded over him

أَسيرُ إِذا بُليتُ وَذابَ جِسمي

أَسيرُ إِذا بُليتُ وَذابَ جِسمي

لَعَلَّ الريحَ تَسعى بي إِلَيهِ

لَعَلَّ الريحَ تَسعى بي إِلَيهِ

I shall journey when I am afflicted and my body melts away—

I'm a captive when my body is worn out and melted

Perhaps the wind will carry me to him.

Perhaps the wind will take me to him