بَدَني ناحِلٌ وَصَبري بَدينُ

وَاِعتِزامي ماضٍ وَجِسمي حَسيرُ

My body is frail, my patience weak

My resolve remains, though my frame is meek

وَمِنَ المَوتِ قَد سَلِمتُ وَلَكِن

بَعدَ هَذا إِلى المَماتِ أَصيرُ

Death I have eluded, but alas

To the fate of all, I must soon pass

يا خَليلَيَّ كَيفَ يَخدَعُني الدَه

رُ وَإِنّي بِهِ بَصيرٌ خَبيرُ

My friend, how can the days deceive me so

When their guile I know, and their ways I know

اِسقِياني مِن قَبلِ أَن يَتَقَضّى

أَمَلٌ اِرتَجي وَعُمرٌ قَصيرُ

Give me to drink, before all hope is gone

Of life, though short, where dreams live on