بَكَيتُ أَسىً وَحَقَّ عَلى التَصابي

بَكَيتُ أَسىً وَحَقَّ عَلى التَصابي

وَأَيّامُ الشَبابِ بُكاءُ عَيني

وَأَيّامُ الشَبابِ بُكاءُ عَيني

I wept in sorrow; youthful frolic rightly deserved,

I wept in sorrow, as is fitting, over the loss of youth,

along with the days of youth, the tears of my eye.

For the days of youth call for tears from my eyes.

زَمانُ خَلاعَةٍ أَصبَحَت مِنهُ

زَمانُ خَلاعَةٍ أَصبَحَت مِنهُ

وَمِن أَوقاتِهِ صَفرُ اليَدَينِ

وَمِن أَوقاتِهِ صَفرُ اليَدَينِ

A time of revelry, from which I have emerged,

An age of no loyalty has dawned,

and from its moments, empty-handed.

And from its times come empty hands.

فَمُذ خَطَّ المَشيبُ عَدِمتُ صَحبي

فَمُذ خَطَّ المَشيبُ عَدِمتُ صَحبي

لَقَد كانَ المَشيبُ غَرابَ بَينِ

لَقَد كانَ المَشيبُ غَرابَ بَينِ

For since gray hair traced its lines, I have lost my companions;

Since the hair turned white, I've lost my friends.

indeed, gray hair was a raven of parting.

Gray hair was a raven that came between us.

سَقى عَهدَ الصِبا غادٍ مُلِثٌّ

سَقى عَهدَ الصِبا غادٍ مُلِثٌّ

وَلا حَيّا بَياضَ العارِضَينِ

وَلا حَيّا بَياضَ العارِضَينِ

May a lingering morning raincloud water the days of youth,

He watered the pact of youth, gone putrid,

and may it never greet the white hair on either cheek.

No longer greeting the whiteness of my temples.