أَيُّها التائِهُ مَهلا

ساءَني أَن تِهتَ جَهلا

O wanderer, wait,

It saddens me that you wander in ignorance.

هَل تَرى في ماتَرى

إِلّا شَباباً قَد تَوَلّى

Do you see in what you see

Nothing but youth that has passed,

وَغَراماً قَد تَسَرّى

وَفُؤاداً قَد تَسَلّى

And passion that has flown,

And a heart that has consoled itself?

أَينَ دَمعٌ فيكَ يَجري

أَينَ جَنبٌ يَتَقَلّى

Where are the tears that flow in you?

Where is the moaning side?

أَينَ نَفسٌ فيكَ تُهدى

وَضُلوعٌ فيكَ تُصلى

Where is the soul in you that is guided?

And the ribs in you that pray?

أَيُّ مَلكٍ كانَ لَولا

عارِضٌ وافى فَوَلّى

What angel was there, if not for

A visitor who came and went,

وَتَخَلّى عَنكَ إِلّا

أَسَفاً لايَتَخَلّى

And left you with nothing

But endless sorrow that does not leave,

وَاِنطَوى الحُسنُ فَهَلّا

أَجمَلَ الحُسنُ وَهَلّا

And beauty has faded - if only

The most beautiful remained beautiful?