لَقَد وَلّى الشّبابُ فَلَهفُ قَلبي

وَحقَّ عَلَيهِ أَن يَبقى بُكائي

Youth has passed and my heart burns with longing

It's only right that my tears remain

عَلى الأَمواتِ إِنْ بكِيت دموعٌ

يَحِقّ على الشّبابِ بكا الدّماءِ

If I shed tears for the dead, they're but drops

It's the young whose blood has cause to weep