قَد تَوَلّى الشَبابَ نَبكيهِ بِالقَل

قَد تَوَلّى الشَبابَ نَبكيهِ بِالقَل

بِ وِبِالعَينِ سائِرَ الأَيّامِ

بِ وِبِالعَينِ سائِرَ الأَيّامِ

Youth has passed; we weep for it with the heart,

Youth is gone, we weep for it bitterly

And with the eye, throughout all the days.

With a sorrowful heart and tearful eyes forever

وَعَدِمنتا وَعَزَّ ما قَد عَدِمنا

وَعَدِمنتا وَعَزَّ ما قَد عَدِمنا

لَذَّةَ ال غَيرَ ما في المَنامِ

لَذَّةَ ال غَيرَ ما في المَنامِ

And we have lost [uncertain reading]—precious is what we have lost—

What has passed cannot be restored

The pleasure of the [...] except what is in dreams.

The sweet dreams that are no more