مَضى مِن شَبابِكَ ما قَد مَضى

مَضى مِن شَبابِكَ ما قَد مَضى

فَلا تُكثِرَنَّ عَلَيكَ البُكا

فَلا تُكثِرَنَّ عَلَيكَ البُكا

What has passed of your youth has passed.

What has passed of your youth has passed

So do not weep excessively over yourself.

So do not cry overmuch for what's gone by

وَشَعَّلَ شَيبُكَ مِصباحَهُ

وَشَعَّلَ شَيبُكَ مِصباحَهُ

وَلَستَ الرَشيدَ أَما قَد تَرى

وَلَستَ الرَشيدَ أَما قَد تَرى

And your gray hair has lit its lamp.

And your gray hair has lit its lantern

And you are not wise—do you not see?

You're no longer young, can't you see?