ريم حَياتي في يَدَيهِ

وَمَنيَتي في مُقلَتيهِ

My heart is in his hands

My demise is in his eyes

تَوريد دَمعي كُل يَو

م مِن تَورّد وَجنَتيهِ

He makes me cry every day

From the tears flowing down his cheeks

وَاحر قَلبي مِن قُلو

ب أَصبَحَت أَسرى لَدَيهِ

He sets my heart on fire

My heart is captive to his hearts

أَبَداً يغار عَلَيهِ مِن

عَيني إِذا نَظَرت إِلَيهِ

He's always jealous of my eyes

When I look at him

مَن لي بِقَلب غَير قَلبي

أَتسعينُ بِهِ عَلَيهِ

Who else has a heart but mine

That can contain more love for him