1. The hands of misfortunes brandished their swords against me,
And tore strips from my delicate skin.
١. سَلَّت عَلَيَّ يَدُ الخُطوب سُيوفَها
فَجذَذنَ مِن جِلَدي الخَطيفَ الأمتَنا
2. They struck with them the hands of misfortunes, but rather,
They struck with them the necks of those hopeful of wishes.
٢. ضَرَبَت بِها أَيدي الخُطوبِ وَإِنَّما
ضَرَبَت رِقابَ الآمِلينَ بِها المُنى
3. O my hopes from our breaths,
Refrain, for time has turned away, as we turned away.
٣. يا آمَلي العادات مِن نَفَحاتِنا
كُفّوا فَإِنَّ الدَهرَ كَفّ أَكُفّنا