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With tears from my eyes, I wept for my youth

بكيت على الشباب بدمع عيني

1. With tears from my eyes, I wept for my youth
But neither crying nor wailing was of use

١. بَكيتُ عَلى الشَبابِ بِدَمعِ عَيني
فَلَم يُغنِ البُكاءُ وَلا النَحيبُ

2. Alas, how I grieved for that youth
Lamented by gray hair and hoary head

٢. فَيا أَسَفا أَسِفتُ عَلى شَبابِ
نَعاهُ الشَيبُ وَالرَأسُ الخَضيبُ

3. I was stripped of my youth while still green
As a twig is stripped of its leaves

٣. عَريتُ مِنَ الشَبابِ وَكانَ غَضّاً
كَما يَعرى مِنَ الوَرَقِ القَضيبُ

4. Oh, if only youth would return one day
So I'd tell it what old age had done

٤. فَيا لَيتَ الشَبابَ يَعودُ يَوماً
فَأُخبِرُهُ بِما صَنَعَ المَشيبُ