فَوا حَزَني عَلى غَفلاتِ عَيشٍ

وَأيامٍ سَلَفنَ لَنا قِصارِ

Alas my grief over a heedless life

And days that swiftly passed us by

وَدارٍ لِلمَليحَةِ لَم تُعَمَّر

لَنا لَذّاتُها بَينَ الدِيارِ

A home for beauty that was left unbuilt

Its pleasures lost, nowhere nearby