سقياً وَرعيا لِأَيّام مَضَت سَلَفا

سقياً وَرعيا لِأَيّام مَضَت سَلَفا

بَكيتُ مِنها فَصِرت اليَوم أَبكيها

بَكيتُ مِنها فَصِرت اليَوم أَبكيها

May days gone by be blessed with rain and care.

I cry for days gone by, passed into history

I wept because of them, and today I have come to weep for them.

I wept for them and now weep again for their memory

كَذاكَ أَيامُنا لا شَكّ نَندبُها

كَذاكَ أَيامُنا لا شَكّ نَندبُها

إِذا تَقَضّت وَنَحن اليَوم نَشكوها

إِذا تَقَضّت وَنَحن اليَوم نَشكوها

Such are our days: without doubt, we mourn them

Our days too, undoubtedly, we will lament

When they have passed, though today we complain of them.

When they are done, though now we complain of their torment