قُلتُ لَدُنُّ شُجُّ أَوداجُهُ

لَيتَ دَمي دونَكِ مَسفوحُ

I said, as the jugular veins were slit,

Would that my blood were shed instead of yours,

وَكُنتُ مِنهُ بَدَلاً صالِحاً

في مُهجَتي تَحيا بِكِ الروحُ

And that I had been a fitting substitute for it,

For in my lifeblood, the soul lives only through you.