رَقَّت لَكُم كَبِدي حَتّى لَوَ اَنَّكُمُ

رَقَّت لَكُم كَبِدي حَتّى لَوَ اَنَّكُمُ

تَهوَونَ أَن لا أُريدَ العَيشَ لَم أُرِدِ

تَهوَونَ أَن لا أُريدَ العَيشَ لَم أُرِدِ

My liver has grown so tender toward you that, if you

My heart has softened for you, that even if

wished me not to desire life, I would not desire it.

You wished I did not want life, I would not want it