الشوقُ يبلي شبابي

والعشقُ غضّ جديدُ

Yearning wears my youth away

And passion renews my fervor

ودمعُ عيني بالجو

دِ ناطقٌ وشهيدُ

My tears bear witness in the air

Speaking out though I stay silent

ليت الزمانَ أتاني

بما يسوءُ الحسودُ

Would that time might come to me

Bearing what would vex the envious

طوبى لمن عاش يوما

وليسَ فيه صدودُ

Happy they who live a day

When no hearts are shut against them