سقياً وَرعيا لِأَيّام مَضَت سَلَفا

بَكيتُ مِنها فَصِرت اليَوم أَبكيها

I cry for days gone by, passed into history

I wept for them and now weep again for their memory

كَذاكَ أَيامُنا لا شَكّ نَندبُها

إِذا تَقَضّت وَنَحن اليَوم نَشكوها

Our days too, undoubtedly, we will lament

When they are done, though now we complain of their torment