Aseer el habayeb, ya albi ya dayib.
I am the captive of my beloved, oh my weak heart.
Fi mogeit aabeer min shaar el hareer.
I am trapped within the aroma of her soft hair.
Aal khidood yehafhaf... we yerga yiteer.
Which brushes against her cheeks, and then flows in the wind.
Wel nas bey limoni we aamil eih ya albi?
And everyone blames me and what can I do, oh my heart?
Ayzeen yehremoni mino leih ya albi?
They want to deprive me of her, but why oh my heart?
