بقلبي على زيّ الصّليب قروح

بقلبي على زيّ الصّليب قروح

فما حَالُه إن كُنْتَ فيه تلوح

فما حَالُه إن كُنْتَ فيه تلوح

In my heart are sores shaped like the cross.

My heart bears wounds like a crucifix

What, then, is its state if you shine within it?

So what is its state if you appear in it

بُلِينا وكَمْ لكن كفى الصّبر شرّها

بُلِينا وكَمْ لكن كفى الصّبر شرّها

وهذي لها يغدو الأسى ويروح

وهذي لها يغدو الأسى ويروح

We have been afflicted—and how often!—but patience warded off their harm.

We have endured much but patience is enough for its evil

And over this, grief goes forth and returns.

And for it sorrow comes and goes

فلو للفِدا قلتُ البريّة كلّهم

فلو للفِدا قلتُ البريّة كلّهم

فإنّ الورى جسمٌ وأنت له روح

فإنّ الورى جسمٌ وأنت له روح

So, were I to say, 'May all mankind be your ransom'—

So if I said the wilderness entirely for sacrifice

For mankind is a body, and you are its soul.

Then creation is a body and you are its soul