ما بِالمَنازِلِ لَو سَأَلتَ أَحَد

ما بِالمَنازِلِ لَو سَأَلتَ أَحَد

وَلَقَد يَكونُ هَوَي بِهِنَّ وَوَد

وَلَقَد يَكونُ هَوَي بِهِنَّ وَوَد

There is no one in the dwellings, should you ask.

The dwellings, if you were to ask someone about them

Yet once there was passion in them, and affection.

And he may be infatuated with them and fond of them

أَزمانَ أَمرَحُ في زَمانِ صِباً

أَزمانَ أَمرَحُ في زَمانِ صِباً

أَجري إِلى اللَهوِ وَلَستُ أُرَد

أَجري إِلى اللَهوِ وَلَستُ أُرَد

In days when I frolicked in the season of youth,

I had the most playful times during the days of youth

I ran toward pleasure and was not held back.

I would rush to entertainment and not hold back

وَالدَهرُ لا تُمحى مَلاحَتُهُ

وَالدَهرُ لا تُمحى مَلاحَتُهُ

في أَعصُرٍ أَيّامُهُنَّ جُدُد

في أَعصُرٍ أَيّامُهُنَّ جُدُد

And time's charm was never effaced,

Time does not erase its joys

In ages whose days were fresh.

Its days are renewed in eras

عِزٌّ بِفَجعِ الدَهرِ مُتَّبِعٌ

عِزٌّ بِفَجعِ الدَهرِ مُتَّبِعٌ

لِلَّهوِ حَتّى قامَ بي وَقَعَد

لِلَّهوِ حَتّى قامَ بي وَقَعَد

Glory amid time's calamity, in pursuit

Glory pursues the joys of time

Of pleasure, until it tossed me up and down.

To entertainment, until it stood with me and sat down

في غَفلَةٍ لا هَمَّ يَعرِفُها

في غَفلَةٍ لا هَمَّ يَعرِفُها

فَطَفِقتُ أَهزِلُ بِالزَمانِ وَجَد

فَطَفِقتُ أَهزِلُ بِالزَمانِ وَجَد

In heedlessness that no care knew,

In a heedlessness that no concern recognizes

So I began to jest with time, while it was in earnest.

So I started to joke with time, vigorously