أَسيرُ وقلبي في يديكِ أَسيرُ

أَسيرُ وقلبي في يديكِ أَسيرُ

وحادِى غرامي لوعةٌ وزَفيرُ

وحادِى غرامي لوعةٌ وزَفيرُ

I journey, while my heart lies captive in your hands.

I'm a captive, and my heart is in your hands, a captive

And my passion's camel-driver is burning anguish and sighing.

And my love's passion is agony and sighing

أظلُّ أُناجي الشوقَ حتى كأنما

أظلُّ أُناجي الشوقَ حتى كأنما

فؤادي لأنواعِ الهموم سَمير

فؤادي لأنواعِ الهموم سَمير

I keep communing with longing, until it is as though

I keep whispering to longing, as though

My heart were a nightly companion to every kind of sorrow.

My heart were a gathering for all kinds of sorrows

أَلا هلْ لأيامِ الوصالِ تَواصُلٌ

أَلا هلْ لأيامِ الوصالِ تَواصُلٌ

وهل لي إلى سكانِ مِصْر مَصير

وهل لي إلى سكانِ مِصْر مَصير

Ah, will the days of union continue?

Oh, will there ever again be days of union?

And is there a way for me to reach the inhabitants of Egypt?

And will I ever return to the dwellers of Egypt?