رَعى اللَهُ دَهراً رَطيب الجَنا

رَعى اللَهُ دَهراً رَطيب الجَنا

وَصَفو المَشارع لِلشارِبِ

وَصَفو المَشارع لِلشارِبِ

May God preserve a time whose fruit was fresh,

For an age God tended my fair garden,

And whose watering places were clear for the drinker;

And the streets were perfumed for the drinker,

وَعَصراً بِهِ كُنت غَض الشَبا

وَعَصراً بِهِ كُنت غَض الشَبا

ب وَحَبلبي مُلقى غَلى غارِبي

ب وَحَبلبي مُلقى غَلى غارِبي

And an age when I was in the bloom of youth,

And that age when I was fresh youth,

And my rope lay cast over my withers;

My love tossed in me and knotted on my ribs.

أَجُرُ ذُيولي في غِبطة

أَجُرُ ذُيولي في غِبطة

وَأَخلس عَيشي بِلا حاجب

وَأَخلس عَيشي بِلا حاجب

I trailed my skirts in bliss,

I dragged my skirts in happiness,

And snatched my enjoyment of life, with no gatekeeper.

And furtively enjoyed my life unveiled.