يَا مَنْ نَأَتْ وَالرُّوحُ فِي إِثْرِهَا

يَا مَنْ نَأَتْ وَالرُّوحُ فِي إِثْرِهَا

هَائِمَةٌ مِنْ نَزَوَاتِ الأَلَمْ

هَائِمَةٌ مِنْ نَزَوَاتِ الأَلَمْ

O you who have gone far away, with the soul in your wake,

O you whose spirit comes, while my soul follows,

Wandering, driven by pain’s sudden surges.

Wandering in the throes of pain,

لا تَمْنَعِي الأَرْوَاحِ مِنْ قُبْلَةٍ

لا تَمْنَعِي الأَرْوَاحِ مِنْ قُبْلَةٍ

لَعَلَّ رُوحِي بَعْضُ تِلْكَ النَّسَمْ

لَعَلَّ رُوحِي بَعْضُ تِلْكَ النَّسَمْ

Do not deny the souls a kiss;

Do not deny the spirits a kiss -

Perhaps my soul is one of those breaths of life.

Perhaps my soul is one of those breaths.