إِن تَكُن نالَتكِ بِالضَربِ يَدي

وَأَصابَتكِ بِما لَم أُرِدِ

If my hands have stricken you

And harmed you against my will

فَلَقَد كُنتُ لَعَمري فادِياً

لَكِ بِالمالِ وَبَعضِ الوَلَدِ

Then for my life I'd be your ransom

With wealth and children, as you will

فَثِقي مِنّي بِعَهدٍ ثابِتٍ

وَضَميرٍ خالِصِ المُعتَقَدِ

So trust my word and troth fast-sworn

My faith and conscience pure as morn

وَلَئِن ساءَكِ يَومٌ فَاعلَمي

أَن سَيَتلوهُ سُرورٌ بِغَدِ

And if some days bring pain and sorrow

Joy comes on the morrow