وَيْحَ عَيْنِي لَمْ تَرْوَ مِنْ مَاءِ وَجْهٍ

قَدْ سَقَاهُ الشَّبَابُ مَاءَ النَّعِيْمِ

Alas, my eyes have not seen

A face quenched by the water of youth's paradise

مَا الْتَقَيْنَا فَأَحْمَدُ اللَّهَ إِلاَّ

مِثْلَ مَا تَلْتَقِي جُفُونُ السَّلِيْمِ

Whenever we meet, I praise God

As eyelids of the healthy meet