1. عَلَى شَبَابِكِ يُبْكَى

    يَا حُرَّةً يَا نَبِيلَهْ

    Your youth is wept over,

    O freeborn woman, O noble one!

  2. أَفِي التُّرَابِ تُوَارَى

    تِلْكَ المَعانِي الجمِيلَهْ

    Are they buried in the dust—

    Those beautiful qualities?

  3. حُسْنٌ تَوَلَّى وَأَبْقَى

    عَنْهُ رُسُوماً مَحِيلَهْ

    Beauty departed and left behind

    Faded traces of itself.

  4. جُهْدُ الأَسَى أَنْ تَغِيبِي

    وَمَا لِعَوْدٍ وَسِيلَهْ

    The height of grief is that you are gone,

    And there is no means of return.

  5. نَأْسَى وَنَيْأَسُ حُزْناً

    وَلَيْسَ فِي اليَدِ حِيلَهْ

    We grieve and despair in sorrow,

    And no recourse is at hand.