1. Alas, the morning of youth shall dawn no more,
Its relentless passage has wounded me to the core.
١. هَيهاتَ لَيسَ لِعَيشِ الص
صبا عَلَيَّ مَهاهُ
2. Ask the watchmen if night has passed its reign,
If its tyranny has inflicted the final pain.
٢. فَاِسأَل كناسَ الحِمى هَل
قَضَت عَلَيَّ مَهاهُ