1. Do not ask me what time it is, for it
Has taken the seasons of my being in its grasp
١. لاَ تَسْألُونِي مَا الزَّمَانُ فَإنَّه
أخَذَتْ فُصول بَنَانِهِ بِمَجَامِعِي
2. So my mind's autumn is from my youth's summer
And my heart's spring is from my tear's winter
٢. فَخَرِيفُ عَقْلِي مِنْ مَصِيفِ حُشَاشَتِي
وَرَبِيعُ قَلْبِي مِنْ شِتَاءِ مَدَامِعِي