لقد قلب الدهر الخئون مجنه

لقد قلب الدهر الخئون مجنه

فقلبي على جمر الغضى يتقلب

فقلبي على جمر الغضى يتقلب

Indeed, treacherous Time has turned its shield against me.

Time has turned its sorrows upon me,

So my heart tosses upon embers of ghada wood.

So my heart tosses on the embers of grief.

وأصبحت في ظفر الزمان ونابه

وأصبحت في ظفر الزمان ونابه

وما فيه الا دون ما أترقب

وما فيه الا دون ما أترقب

And now I am caught in Time’s claw and fang.

And I am left at the mercy of fate,

And all it holds is less than what I anticipate.

With nothing but less than what I hoped for.