فدَيتُ الّذي أنا عبدٌ لَهُ

فدَيتُ الّذي أنا عبدٌ لَهُ

بنَفسي وذاتي وكَدِّي ورَسْمي

بنَفسي وذاتي وكَدِّي ورَسْمي

I would ransom him whose slave I am

I ransom with my soul, my being, my toil and my destiny

With my soul, my very self, my toil, and my outward form.

The one whom I am slave to

شَكوْتُ إلى جُودِهِ خَلَّتي

شَكوْتُ إلى جُودِهِ خَلَّتي

وَرِقَّةَ حالي وتَقصِيرَ سَهْمي

وَرِقَّةَ حالي وتَقصِيرَ سَهْمي

I complained to his generosity of my need,

I complained to His generosity my solitude

My straitened circumstances and the meagerness of my share.

And the delicacy of my state and the shortfall of my destiny

ففَرَّغَ من رِقَّةِ الحالِ قلبي

ففَرَّغَ من رِقَّةِ الحالِ قلبي

وأفرَغَ في قالَبِ الرِّقِّ جسمي

وأفرَغَ في قالَبِ الرِّقِّ جسمي

So he emptied my heart of the cares of want,

So He emptied from the delicacy of the state my heart

And poured my body into the mold of bondage.

And poured into the mold of tenderness my body