رَعى اللَهُ أَيّاماً عَلى أَجرعِ الحِمى

رَعى اللَهُ أَيّاماً عَلى أَجرعِ الحِمى

لِصَبٍّ مَضَت وَالعَيشُ في ظِلِّها حُلمُ

لِصَبٍّ مَضَت وَالعَيشُ في ظِلِّها حُلمُ

May God preserve the days on the sandy tract of the protected pasture,

God tended for some days the most delicate coals

Days gone by for a lovelorn man, when life beneath their shade was a dream.

For a youth now past, whose life in its shade was a dream

حَشاهُ عَلى أَيّام وَصلٍ تَصَرَّمَت

حَشاهُ عَلى أَيّام وَصلٍ تَصَرَّمَت

أَوائِلُها أَضحى وَلَيسَ لَهُ رَسمُ

أَوائِلُها أَضحى وَلَيسَ لَهُ رَسمُ

His heart, longing for days of union—gone are

He protected it for days of separation that grew feeble

Their beginnings—has now vanished without a trace.

Its early time is now gone and it has no shape