يا أَيُّها المَحمومُ نَفسي فِداك

يا أَيُّها المَحمومُ نَفسي فِداك

هَل لي مِنَ الدُنيا سُرورٌ سِواك

هَل لي مِنَ الدُنيا سُرورٌ سِواك

O fever-stricken one, may my soul be your ransom.

O my troubled soul, I sacrifice myself for you

Have I any joy in this world other than you?

Is there in this life any delight for me but you?

قَد كانَ بي سُقمٌ فَقَد زادَني

قَد كانَ بي سُقمٌ فَقَد زادَني

سُقمُكَ سُقماً وَبلايا دِراك

سُقمُكَ سُقماً وَبلايا دِراك

I was already ill; now I am further burdened

I was already sick, yet your sickness

By your illness with more sickness and successive afflictions.

Has added more sickness and afflictions upon me

فَلَيتَني حُمِّلتُ ذاكَ الَّذي

فَلَيتَني حُمِّلتُ ذاكَ الَّذي

تَلقى لِكَي أَجمَعَ هَذا وَذاك

تَلقى لِكَي أَجمَعَ هَذا وَذاك

So, if only I were made to bear what

I wish I was bearing that which you are going through

You endure, so I might bring this and that together.

So I could gather this and that

أَنتَ لَعَمري عارِفٌ أَنَّني

أَنتَ لَعَمري عارِفٌ أَنَّني

لا أَجِدُ الراحَةَ حَتّى أَراك

لا أَجِدُ الراحَةَ حَتّى أَراك

You know, by my life, that I

You know for sure that I

Find no rest until I see you.

Cannot find peace until I see you

عَذَّبتَ بِالجَفوَةِ قَلبي فَلَو

عَذَّبتَ بِالجَفوَةِ قَلبي فَلَو

تَكَلَّمَ القَلبُ بِشَيءٍ شَكاك

تَكَلَّمَ القَلبُ بِشَيءٍ شَكاك

You tormented my heart with coldness; so, if

You have tormented my heart with aloofness, if only

The heart spoke at all, it would complain of you.

The heart could speak, it would complain about you