الشعر يوحيه الشباب

الشعر يوحيه الشباب

وخياله الزاهي العجاب

وخياله الزاهي العجاب

Poetry is inspired by youth,

Poetry is inspired by youth

And by its radiant, wondrous imagination.

And its imagination, wonderful and strange

من لي بهوقد افتقد

من لي بهوقد افتقد

ت لذائذيعهد الشباب!

ت لذائذيعهد الشباب!

Who can give it to me, now that I have lost

Who can bring back to me

My delights in the days of youth!

The pleasures I knew in the days of my youth?

الشعر يوحيه الربيع

الشعر يوحيه الربيع

وجماله الترف البديع

وجماله الترف البديع

Poetry is inspired by spring,

Poetry is inspired by spring

And by its luxuriant, exquisite beauty.

And its beauty, novel and unique

من لي به ويد الخريف

من لي به ويد الخريف

تذوي أزاهير الربيع

تذوي أزاهير الربيع

Who can give it to me, while autumn's hand

Who can bring them back now that autumn

Withers the blossoms of spring?

Has made spring's flowers fade?

الشعر هزات الفؤاد

الشعر هزات الفؤاد

للوصل أو خوف البعاد

للوصل أو خوف البعاد

Poetry is the heart's tremors,

Poetry stirs the heart

At union, or in fear of separation.

For union or fear of parting

ودعته لما رأيـ

ودعته لما رأيـ

ـت فؤاده لبس الجماد

ـت فؤاده لبس الجماد

I bade it farewell when I saw

I bade it farewell when I saw

Its heart had donned lifelessness.

My heart wearing the garb of inanimate stone

الشعر يبعثه الخيال

الشعر يبعثه الخيال

إن عز في الدنيا منال

إن عز في الدنيا منال

Poetry is brought to life by imagination

Poetry is brought to life by the imagination

If attainment in this world proves elusive.

If in this world joy can be attained

من لي به وقد افتقد

من لي به وقد افتقد

ت دبى الحقيقة والخيال

ت دبى الحقيقة والخيال

Who can give it to me, now that I have lost

Who can bring it back now that I have lost

The realms of reality and imagination [uncertain reading].

The pulse of reality and imagination?