1. نَفسي فَدا ظالِمٍ يَظلِمُني

    في كَفِّهِ مُهجَتي يُقَلِّبُها

    Let my soul be ransom for a wrongdoer who wrongs me.

    In his palm is my lifeblood; he turns it over.

  2. ثُمَّ تَوَلّى غَضبانَ يَحلِفُ لي

    كَفَرتُ بِاللَهِ إِن ذَهَبتُ بِها

    Then he turned away, angry, swearing to me:

    “May I be a disbeliever in God if I have carried it off.”