فَلَو بِكَ ما بي لا يَكُن بِكَ لاغتَدى

فَلَو بِكَ ما بي لا يَكُن بِكَ لاغتَدى

إِلَيكَ وَراحَ البرُّ بي وَالتقرُّبُ

إِلَيكَ وَراحَ البرُّ بي وَالتقرُّبُ

If what ails me ailed you—may it never ail you—there would come at dawn

Without you, what is within me would not exist

To you, and again at dusk, kindness toward me and the seeking of closeness.

Toward you has the goodness in me and my drawing nearer journeyed