سرَقَ الدّهْرُ شَبابي منْ يَدي

فَفُؤادي مُشْعِرٌ بالكَمَدِ

Time has stolen my youth from my hands,

So my heart is filled with suppressed anguish.

واحْتَملتُ الأمْرَ إذْ أبْصَرْتُهُ

باعَ ما أفْقَدَني منْ ولَدي

I have endured this since I saw

That he sold what my son had lost from me.