رأَتْ حَالي وَقَد حَالَتْ

وَقَدْ غَالَ الصِّبا فَوْتُ

She saw my state when it had changed

And when youth had passed its prime

فَقَالَتْ إذْ تَشَاجَرْنا

وَلَمْ يُخفَضْ لَنا صَوْتُ

So she said, when we quarreled

And our voices were raised

أَشَيْخٌ مُفْلِسٌ يَهوَى

وَيْعْشَقُ فَاتَكَ الفَوْتُ

An old bankrupt man loves

And is enamored of what he has missed

فَلا خَيْرٌ ولا مَيْرٌ

ولا أَيرٌ فَذا مَوْتُ

So there is neither good nor evil

Nor anything, so this is death