فَدَيْتُكَ ما شِبْتُ مِنْ كِبْرَةٍ

فَدَيْتُكَ ما شِبْتُ مِنْ كِبْرَةٍ

وهَذي سِنّي وهَذا الحِسابُ

وهَذي سِنّي وهَذا الحِسابُ

May I be your ransom! I have not grown gray from old age;

I have sacrificed my prime for you

And this is my age, and this the reckoning.

Yet here I am, aged and weak

ولَكِنْ هَجَرْتَ فَحَلَّ المَشي

ولَكِنْ هَجَرْتَ فَحَلَّ المَشي

بُ وَلَوْ قَدْ وَصَلْتَ لَعادَ الشَّبابُ

بُ وَلَوْ قَدْ وَصَلْتَ لَعادَ الشَّبابُ

But you forsook me, and gray hair set

But you abandoned me, so I walk alone

in; had you but reunited with me, youth would have returned.

If only you had stayed, my youth would have returned