شيبتني الايام في شرخ عمري
وذوى الغصن والربيعُ غريرُ
The days have hastened my old age, turned my hair white
And my tender twigs wilted while spring is still in its prime
يهواكِ ما عشتُ الفؤادُ فإن أمُتْ .. يتبعْ صدايَ صداكِ عندَ الأقبرِ
As long as I live my heart loves you, and when I die
my echo will follow yours even to the grave