يا مُعَيِّري بِالصَّدِّ ثَوْبَ السِقامِ

يا مُعَيِّري بِالصَّدِّ ثَوْبَ السِقامِ

أَنْتَ هَمّي في يَقْظَتي ومَنامي

أَنْتَ هَمّي في يَقْظَتي ومَنامي

O you who, through rejection, lend me the robe of sickness,

O you who mock my cloak of sickness

You are my concern in my waking and my sleep.

You are my care awake and asleep

أَنْتَ أُمْنيَتي فَإِنْ مِت غَمْضاً

أَنْتَ أُمْنيَتي فَإِنْ مِت غَمْضاً

سَلَّمَتْك المُنى إِلى الأَحْلامِ

سَلَّمَتْك المُنى إِلى الأَحْلامِ

You are my wish; so if I die with eyes closed,

You are my wish so if I die with closed eyes

wishes will hand you over to dreams.

Dreams will deliver you to wishes