ما لِي إِذا أَجْذِبُها صَأَيْتْ

أَكِبَرٌ قَدْ عَالَنِي أَمْ بَيْتْ

What good is it when I draw her near

Yet older I've grown, or so it would appear

لَيْتَ وَهَلْ يَنْفَعُ شَيْئاً لَيْتْ

لَيْتَ شَباباً بِيعَ فَاشْتَرَيْتْ

If only, though wishing helps nothing, I fear

If only when young I had cherished my dear