لاَ تَسْألُونِي مَا الزَّمَانُ فَإنَّه

لاَ تَسْألُونِي مَا الزَّمَانُ فَإنَّه

أخَذَتْ فُصول بَنَانِهِ بِمَجَامِعِي

أخَذَتْ فُصول بَنَانِهِ بِمَجَامِعِي

Do not ask me what Time is, for

Do not ask me what time it is, for it

The joints of its fingers have taken hold of my whole being.

Has taken the seasons of my being in its grasp

فَخَرِيفُ عَقْلِي مِنْ مَصِيفِ حُشَاشَتِي

فَخَرِيفُ عَقْلِي مِنْ مَصِيفِ حُشَاشَتِي

وَرَبِيعُ قَلْبِي مِنْ شِتَاءِ مَدَامِعِي

وَرَبِيعُ قَلْبِي مِنْ شِتَاءِ مَدَامِعِي

So my mind’s autumn comes from the summer of my vital spirit,

So my mind's autumn is from my youth's summer

And my heart’s spring from the winter of my tears.

And my heart's spring is from my tear's winter