بَكَت أُمَيمَ أَن رَأَت مَشِيبي

بَكَت أُمَيمَ أَن رَأَت مَشِيبي

يَضحَكُ فَي مَفرِقِ الجَبِينِ

يَضحَكُ فَي مَفرِقِ الجَبِينِ

Umayma wept because she saw my gray hair

Umayma wept when she saw my gray hair

Laughing at the parting above my brow.

Laughing on my temple

نَوَّرَ غُصنُ الشَّبَابِ مِنِّي

نَوَّرَ غُصنُ الشَّبَابِ مِنِّي

هَل يُنكَرُ النَّورُ في الغُصُونِ

هَل يُنكَرُ النَّورُ في الغُصُونِ

The bough of youth within me has blossomed;

The branch of youth has departed from me

Are blossoms on boughs to be faulted?

Can light be denied in the branches?

فَقُلتُ لا تَحزَنِي أُمَيما

فَقُلتُ لا تَحزَنِي أُمَيما

وَنَشِّفي أَدمُعَ الجُفُونِ

وَنَشِّفي أَدمُعَ الجُفُونِ

So I said, "Do not grieve, Umayma,

So I said, don't be sad Umayma

And dry the tears from your eyelids."

And dry the tears of your eyes