أُحِبُّكِ يا ظَلومُ فَأَنتِ عِندي

أُحِبُّكِ يا ظَلومُ فَأَنتِ عِندي

مَكانَ الروحِ مِن جَسَدِ الجَبانِ

مَكانَ الروحِ مِن جَسَدِ الجَبانِ

I love you, O Ẓalūm, for to me you hold

I love you, O cruel one, for to me you are

the place of the soul in a coward’s body.

The place of the soul in the coward's body;

وَلَو أَنّي أَقولُ مَكانَ روحي

وَلَو أَنّي أَقولُ مَكانَ روحي

خَشيتُ عَلَيكِ بادِرَةَ الطِعانِ

خَشيتُ عَلَيكِ بادِرَةَ الطِعانِ

And were I to say you held the place of my own soul,

And if I say you are the place of my soul,

I would fear for you the sudden onslaught of spears.

I fear the stab of reproach for you.