لِلَهِ أَيامُ لِذّاتٍ قَضَيتُ بِها

لِلَهِ أَيامُ لِذّاتٍ قَضَيتُ بِها

حَقَّ الشَبابِ وَظِلُّ العَيشِ مَمدودُ

حَقَّ الشَبابِ وَظِلُّ العَيشِ مَمدودُ

God be praised for days of pleasure in which I paid

Days I spent in pleasure when youth was bright,

Youth its due, while life's shade lay outstretched.

And life an age-long summer of delight;

ما زِلتُ أَلبَسُها وَالدَهرُ يَنشُرُها

ما زِلتُ أَلبَسُها وَالدَهرُ يَنشُرُها

فَاِسوَدَّ أَبيضُها وَاِبيَضَّتِ السودُ

فَاِسوَدَّ أَبيضُها وَاِبيَضَّتِ السودُ

I never ceased to wear them, while time unfolded them;

Garments of joy that fade not nor grow old

Then their white turned black, and the black ones turned white.

I clad me in; but lo, they are unrolled.