سَنَتِي كَيَوْمٍ بَلْ لَعَشْرِي سَاعَةٌ
مَرَّ الزَّمَانُ عَلَيَّ كَالأَحْلامِ
My years passed as a day, nay as an hour
Time glided by me as dreams
حُزْنٌ وَآلامٌ وَفَرْحٌ هَزَّنِي
ذِكْرَى مَعِي وَكَأَنَّهَا أَوْهَامِي
Sorrow, pain and joy shook me
Memories with me as if they were my delusions
قَدْ عِشْتُ أَحْزَانِي تَمُرُّ كَلِيلَةً
وَالْفَرْحُ مَرَّ بِسُرْعَةِ الأَجْرَامِ
I have lived my sorrows passing as a night
And joy passed with the speed of planets
فَإِذَا انْقَضَى الأَحْزَانُ زَالَ زَمَانُهَا
لا فَرْقَ بَيْنَ الْفَرْحِ وَالآلامِ
So when sorrows end, their time ends
No difference between joy and pain
أَيْقَنْتُ حِينِي أَنَّ عُمْرِي لَحْظَةٌ
لا فَرْقَ بَيْنَ الْيَوْمِ وَالأَعْوَامِ
I realized when my time has come that my life is a moment
No difference between today and years
مَضَتِ السِّنُونَ وَكُلُّهَا مِنْ لَحْظَتِي
وَأَعِيشُ مُنْتَظِرًا عِنَاقَ حِمَامِي
Years have passed and all of them are from my moment
And I live waiting for the embrace of my loved one
كَمْ مِنْ فَتًى عَاشَ الْحَيَاةَ كَأَنَّهُ
لَمْ يَاتِ لِلدُّنْيَا كَمَا الأَنْعَامِ
How many a young man lived life as if
He did not come to the world like cattle
وَفَتًى مُنَى الدُّنْيَا تَطُولُ حَيَاتُهُ
كَالشَّمْسِ كَالأَنْهَارِ كَالأَعْلامِ
And a young man whom the world bid farewell, his life lasts
Like the sun, like rivers, like flags
فَسَمَاؤُهَا تَبْكِيهِ حِينَ وَفَاتِهِ
وَالأَرْضُ حَتَّى الأُسْدُ فِي الآجَامِ
So its sky cries over him when he dies
And the earth, even the lion in the thickets
يَحْيَا بِذِكْرٍ يَبْعَثُ الأَحْرَارَ قَدْ
صَارَتْ كَبَدْرٍ رُوحُهُ بِظَلامِ
He lives in a mention that awakes the freemen as if
His soul in the darkness became a full moon
وَلَقَدْ رَأَيْتُهُمَا فَأَضْنَانِي الْمُنَى
لَكِنَّ دَرْبَ الْحُرِّ دَرْبُ جِسَامِ
And I have seen them both so the death attracted me
But the path of the free is the path of firm bodies
وَلَقَدْ هَوَيْتُ الْعَيْشَ رَاسًا لِلإِبَا
فَهَدَمْتُ جُبْنِي وَابْتَنَيْتُ رِجَامِي
And I have loved living daringly
So I demolished my cowardice and built my goals
فَالْعُمْرُ فِي ضَيْمٍ كَعُمْرٍ فِي الإِبَا
وَالْمَوْتُ حُرًّا ذَاكَ كُلُّ مَرَامِي
For living in misery is like living in daring
And dying free that is all my purpose