مَولايَ ماقَصُرَت شُهورُ زَمانِنا

مَولايَ ماقَصُرَت شُهورُ زَمانِنا

لَكِنَّها حُبّاً إِلَيكَ تَسيرُ

لَكِنَّها حُبّاً إِلَيكَ تَسيرُ

My lord, the months of our time have not grown short;

My lord, the months of our time have not grown shorter;

rather, out of love for you, they journey on.

but out of love they journey toward you.

تَتَسابَقُ الأَيّامُ نَحوَكَ سُرَّعاً

تَتَسابَقُ الأَيّامُ نَحوَكَ سُرَّعاً

وَتَكادُ مِن شَوقٍ إِلَيكَ تَطيرُ

وَتَكادُ مِن شَوقٍ إِلَيكَ تَطيرُ

The days race one another toward you at full speed,

The days race swiftly toward you,

and for longing for you, they nearly take wing.

and, out of longing for you, they almost fly.