يَا سَادَةً أَبعَدَتْ أَيدِيَ النَّوَى بِهِمُ

يَا سَادَةً أَبعَدَتْ أَيدِيَ النَّوَى بِهِمُ

عنِّي لذاذةَ أيَّامِي كَما بَعُدُوا

عنِّي لذاذةَ أيَّامِي كَما بَعُدُوا

O lords, the hands of separation have carried away with them

O masters, the hands of fate have drawn them away from me,

The sweetness of my days from me, just as they grew distant.

Depriving me of the sweetness of my days as they departed.

بِنْتُمْ فَما عَطَفَتْ لِي في الوَدَاعِ يَدٌ

بِنْتُمْ فَما عَطَفَتْ لِي في الوَدَاعِ يَدٌ

مِنْكُمْ ولا بَلَّ بالتَّسْويفِ لِي كَبِدُ

مِنْكُمْ ولا بَلَّ بالتَّسْويفِ لِي كَبِدُ

You departed, and no hand turned toward me at farewell

You built, but no hand of yours waved farewell to me,

From among you, nor was my liver refreshed by promises of 'later'.

Nor did any of you ease my heart by delaying.