حَياة الفَتى جسر لباقي حَياته

حَياة الفَتى جسر لباقي حَياته

وَفي يَومه الاتي يَرى بعض امسه

وَفي يَومه الاتي يَرى بعض امسه

A young man's life is a bridge to the rest of his life.

A young man's life's a bridge to the rest of his years

And in his coming day he sees something of his yesterday:

And tomorrow he'll see some of yesterday's cheers

فاما زهور وَهُوَ ينشق طيبها

فاما زهور وَهُوَ ينشق طيبها

واما سيوف جردت فوق راسه

واما سيوف جردت فوق راسه

Either flowers, as he inhales their fragrance,

Be they flowers whose fragrance make his heart flutter

Or swords unsheathed above his head.

Or bare blades that over his head do they utter