طَالَ حزنِي لِنَشَاطٍ ذَاهِبٍ

طَالَ حزنِي لِنَشَاطٍ ذَاهِبٍ

كُنْتُ أُسْقَى دَائِماً فِي حَانِهِ

كُنْتُ أُسْقَى دَائِماً فِي حَانِهِ

Long has my sorrow endured for gaiety now gone—

Long has my sorrow lasted for vitality now gone;

I was always served drink in its tavern—

I was always given drink in its tavern.

وَشَبَابٍ كَانَ يَنْدَى نَظْرَةً

وَشَبَابٍ كَانَ يَنْدَى نَظْرَةً

نَزَلَ الثَّلْجُ عَلَى رَيْحَانِهِ

نَزَلَ الثَّلْجُ عَلَى رَيْحَانِهِ

and for youth that once was dewy with freshness:

And for youth that was dewy of gaze—

snow has fallen upon its sweet basil.

Snow fell upon its basil.