فديتك ما شبت من كبرة

فديتك ما شبت من كبرة

وهذي سني وهذا الحساب

وهذي سني وهذا الحساب

May I be your ransom! I have not grown gray from old age.

I cherish you, who grew not from infancy

And this is my age, and this is the reckoning.

Yet I abandoned the cause of graying

ولكن هجرت فحل المشيب

ولكن هجرت فحل المشيب

ولو قد وصلت لعاد الشباب

ولو قد وصلت لعاد الشباب

But I was forsaken, so gray hair set in.

And if we unite, youth shall return

And had I been reunited with you, youth would have returned.