تُؤَمِّلُ لِلنَّفسِ الشَجِيَّةِ فَرحَةً

وَتأبى الخُطوبُ السودُ إِلّا تَماديا

You give hope of joy to the anguished soul

Yet misfortunes insist on growing worse

لَياليكَ في زاهيكَ أَصفى صَحِبتُها

كَما صَحبَت قَبلي المُلوكُ اللَياليا

Your nights in your prime were the most loyal companions

Just as nights in the past accompanied kings

نَعيمٌ وَبؤسٌ ذا لِذَلِكَ ناسِخٌ

وَبعدَهُما نَسخُ المَنايا الأَمانيا

Bliss and misery - for that is their nature

And after them the erasure of dreams by mortality