أَيُّ عَيشٍ لِشُيَيخٍ

هُوَ حَيٌّ مثلُ مَيت

What life is there for an old man

Who's alive like one dead

عادِم الأُنسِ غَريب

مُفرَد مِن أَهلِ بَيت

Without companions, a stranger

Alone without his family

وَلَهُ نَفسٌ تُنادي

لِلمَنايا هَيتَ هَيت

With a soul that calls out

To death, come, come!

تَتَرَجّى وَتُمنّي

بِلعلِّي وَبِلَيت

Longing and wishing

If only I were not

وَسَراجي لَيسَ فيهِ

لِلبَقا نُقطَةُ زَيت

My lamp is without

A drop of oil left for life

سَوفَ يُكنى عَن حَديثي

كانَ مِنهُ ذَيت ذيت

Soon they will speak of me

He was, he was