سَقىmay water اللَهُGod أَيّاماًdays لَناof ours لَسنَthey are not رُجَّعاًreturning
سَقى اللَهُ أَيّاماً لَنا لَسنَ رُجَّعاً
وَسُقياًand a blessing of rain لِعَصرِupon the time of العامِريَّةِal-ʿĀmiriyyah مِنwhat a عَصرِtime
وَسُقياً لِعَصرِ العامِريَّةِ مِن عَصرِ
May God water those days of ours that will not return,
God granted us days that will never return
And rain bless the time of al-ʿĀmiriyyah—what a time it was!
And a drink for the flourishing era instead of the barren one
لَياليnights أَجرَرتُI yielded البَطالَةَidleness مِقوَديmy rein
لَيالي أَجرَرتُ البَطالَةَ مِقوَدي
تَمُرُّpass اللَياليthe nights وَالشُهورُand the months وَلاand not أَدريI know
تَمُرُّ اللَيالي وَالشُهورُ وَلا أَدري
Nights when I yielded my rein to idleness,
Nights I dragged idleness by the reins
The nights and months pass, and I am unaware.
Nights and months pass and I know not
Sol 6.1