فَوا حَزَني عَلى غَفلاتِ عَيشٍ

فَوا حَزَني عَلى غَفلاتِ عَيشٍ

وَأيامٍ سَلَفنَ لَنا قِصارِ

وَأيامٍ سَلَفنَ لَنا قِصارِ

And alas, my sorrow for life's carefree moments,

Alas my grief over a heedless life

And the brief days that passed for us,

And days that swiftly passed us by

وَدارٍ لِلمَليحَةِ لَم تُعَمَّر

وَدارٍ لِلمَليحَةِ لَم تُعَمَّر

لَنا لَذّاتُها بَينَ الدِيارِ

لَنا لَذّاتُها بَينَ الدِيارِ

And a home of the beautiful woman, where short-lived

A home for beauty that was left unbuilt

Were its delights for us among the dwellings.

Its pleasures lost, nowhere nearby