1. رَعى اللَهُ دَهراً رَطيب الجَنا

    وَصَفو المَشارع لِلشارِبِ

    May God preserve a time whose fruit was fresh,

    And whose watering places were clear for the drinker;

  2. وَعَصراً بِهِ كُنت غَض الشَبا

    ب وَحَبلبي مُلقى غَلى غارِبي

    And an age when I was in the bloom of youth,

    And my rope lay cast over my withers;

  3. أَجُرُ ذُيولي في غِبطة

    وَأَخلس عَيشي بِلا حاجب

    I trailed my skirts in bliss,

    And snatched my enjoyment of life, with no gatekeeper.