أَدرِكنيَ أَيُّها الظَلومُ القاسي

أَدرِكنيَ أَيُّها الظَلومُ القاسي

هَذا وَهَواكَ آخِرُ الأَنفاسِ

هَذا وَهَواكَ آخِرُ الأَنفاسِ

Rescue me, O cruel oppressor!

O cruel oppressor, reach me

This, by my love for you, is my last breath.

As this is your desire, my final breath

أَشرَفتُ عَلى المَوتِ وَما أَطيبَهُ

أَشرَفتُ عَلى المَوتِ وَما أَطيبَهُ

لَو لَم تَكُ مَيتَتي بِداءِ الياسِ

لَو لَم تَكُ مَيتَتي بِداءِ الياسِ

I have reached the brink of death—and how sweet it would be,

I stand at the precipice of death, how sweet it is

were my death not from the malady of despair.

If not for my death being plagued by despair