بَينَ الضُلوعِ جَهَنَّمٌ مِن حُبِّهِم

بَينَ الضُلوعِ جَهَنَّمٌ مِن حُبِّهِم

وَوَدِدتُهُم لَو يَسمَعونَ حَسيسَها

وَوَدِدتُهُم لَو يَسمَعونَ حَسيسَها

Between my ribs is a hell born of love for them.

Among my ribs is a hell from their love

And I wished they could hear its faint sound.

And I wish they could hear its hissing

فَمَعَ الظَلامِ الدَمعُ كانَ طَليقَها

فَمَعَ الظَلامِ الدَمعُ كانَ طَليقَها

وَمَعَ الصَباحِ الهَمُّ كانَ حَبيسَها

وَمَعَ الصَباحِ الهَمُّ كانَ حَبيسَها

So in the darkness, tears were its freed captive,

So with the darkness, tears were set free

And in the morning, sorrow was its prisoner.

And with the sunrise, sorrow was imprisoned