1. Youth has stripped off its cloak
And taken away its loincloth after it

2. And its garb has indeed descended upon me
So its elegance delights me

3. And I have worn something new for a while
Yet its shrine is not far away

4. So look at my hair
And see how its abode has fared

5. White like the color of cotton
Its turban’s color does not escape Ahmed

6. And I ask my youth, did I
Wrong it or humiliate its neighbor?

7. Or did I stand at a stance
Or scene that shames it?

8. Or did I earn money
Except it returned to me and to it spoiled?

9. I gave it my coat of mail and whitened it
And its blade polished

10. And the beautiful scabbard like
A Rim made of its golden bracelet

11. And I carried it on the day of meeting
On a steed that none could blame

12. And I have seen evil among
The living begun by its young

13. If only they despair it
Its elders will refrain from it