تذكارُ أَيامِ الشَّبيبةِ يُطربُ

تذكارُ أَيامِ الشَّبيبةِ يُطربُ

وحديثُها يحلو لدىَّ ويعذبُ

وحديثُها يحلو لدىَّ ويعذبُ

Remembrance of youthful days brings delight.

The memory of the days of youth delights me

And talk of them is sweet and pleasing to me.

And talking about them is sweet and pleasurable to me

كرر أحاديثَ الشبابِ فإنها

كرر أحاديثَ الشبابِ فإنها

تنفي الهُمومَ عنِ الفُؤادِ وتسلبُ

تنفي الهُمومَ عنِ الفُؤادِ وتسلبُ

Repeat the tales of youth, for they

Repeat the conversations of youth, for they

Banish cares from the heart and sweep them away.

Banish worries from the heart and captivate it

عندي بقايا نشوةس من عَصرهِ

عندي بقايا نشوةس من عَصرهِ

أفني وباقي نشوتي لا تَذهَبُ

أفني وباقي نشوتي لا تَذهَبُ

I have remnants of intoxication from those days;

I have remnants of the bliss of its era

I perish, but what remains of my intoxication does not fade.

I perish while its bliss remains and does not disappear

واهاً على ذاكَ الزَّمانِ فإنَّهُ

واهاً على ذاكَ الزَّمانِ فإنَّهُ

عندي من العُمرِ الزَّمانُ الأَطيبُ

عندي من العُمرِ الزَّمانُ الأَطيبُ

Ah, for that time! For it is

Alas for that time, for it is to me

To me, the sweetest time of life.

The sweetest time of life

أيَّامَ أَرفلُ في ملابسِ صبوةٍ

أيَّامَ أَرفلُ في ملابسِ صبوةٍ

والفودُ من حُسنِ النضارةِ غيهبُ

والفودُ من حُسنِ النضارةِ غيهبُ

Days when I strutted in robes of youthful passion,

Days when I would strut about in the clothes of youth

And my temple-lock, in its blooming beauty, was black as night.

And the mouth from the beauty of blossoming was covered

ويموجث بي بحرُ الغرامِ ولم يكُن

ويموجث بي بحرُ الغرامِ ولم يكُن

فيهِ لغيري في الغوايةِ مركبُ

فيهِ لغيري في الغوايةِ مركبُ

And the sea of passion tossed me, and there was no

And the sea of love would surge within me and there was not

Vessel in it for anyone but me in amorous folly.

For anyone else in straying a vessel

والغانياتُ تحومُ حولَ مَودَّتي

والغانياتُ تحومُ حولَ مَودَّتي

هَذي تُواصلنُي وهذي تعتُبُ

هَذي تُواصلنُي وهذي تعتُبُ

And the beauties hovered around my affection;

And the singing girls would hover around my affection

This one kept me company, and that one chided me.

This one draws close to me and that one reproaches

ويزيدُني مهما هممتُ بسلوةٍ

ويزيدُني مهما هممتُ بسلوةٍ

في الحُبِّ وجداً حبُّ من يتحبَّبُ

في الحُبِّ وجداً حبُّ من يتحبَّبُ

And whenever I thought of forgetting, I was stirred

And whatever I intended to console myself

To greater yearning in love by the love of one who wooed me.

In love and passion, the love of one who is affectionate would increase me

واليومَ قد راعَ العذارى منظرٌ

واليومَ قد راعَ العذارى منظرٌ

يكرهنهُ وهو العِذارُ الأَشيبُ

يكرهنهُ وهو العِذارُ الأَشيبُ

And today a sight has alarmed the maidens—

And today, the virgins have seen an appearance

They loathe it—the grizzled hair along my cheeks.

That they dislike, which is white-haired passion

عجباً يملنَ إلى غُرابِ أسحمِ

عجباً يملنَ إلى غُرابِ أسحمِ

أنَّى يروقُ لهُنَّ بازٌ أَشهبُ

أنَّى يروقُ لهُنَّ بازٌ أَشهبُ

How strange! They incline toward a jet-black raven;

Strangely enough, they incline towards the raven of ugly men

How could a pale-gray hawk appeal to them?

How can a buzzard with grey feathers appeal to them?

دَع ذا التعَلُّلَ عنكَ قد ذهبَ الهَوى

دَع ذا التعَلُّلَ عنكَ قد ذهبَ الهَوى

واذهب فما للَّهوِ عندكَ مذهَبُ

واذهب فما للَّهوِ عندكَ مذهَبُ

Put this self-consolation aside; passion has gone.

Leave off this pretext from yourself, desire has departed

And go, for you have no path left to pleasure.

And be off, for dalliance has for you no course