1. I grow old but have not reached old age,
The parting in my hair has ridden high.

2. Why should my heart dissolve and ache
When my eye can gaze at the sunset?

3. Many a heart turns in anguish at dusk,
And tears flow copiously like a torrent.

4. When the breeze does not rouse the eyes of the narcissi
In the meadows, the delicate narcissi nod.

5. Al-Qubul, Al-Qubul in the land of Nu'man,
O wind, not the south wind, the south wind!

6. What a day we had in Nu'man if only
We were blessed with it, with the gazelle and the young gazelle!

7. O gazelle, grieving, from the side of the meadow,
By that hillock Jawdhar sands

8. Where the roses thirsted when we came to al-Kathib.
The days circle around the roses seeking drink

9. And the echo barely pants.
Cutting short the visitation, staying

10. Where the valley of al-Ghurain exudes fragrance.
Aspiring, the herd is called most strayed,

11. Traveling, keeping pace with the cawing raven.
With howdahs that are like love songs

12. Grazing the embers of departure absorbed.
Between Zyafa and Chanoush

13. The half of it the insects have gnawed away.
How many a lover in the caravan has yearned

14. Whenever the camel knelt down.
And a beloved who has tied the departure and the blamer

15. As the lover tied the lover.
We have aimed with determination to the place of playfulness

16. And at random we have aimed at playfulness.
A journey that adds sins and another

17. That removes sins for the pious children.
That one is Meccan, exuding the scent of meadows

18. I have visited amber on the pouches.
It has given al-Ghar and al-Ylangej blossoms

19. Of its fragrance and the fresh dew.
How good are the manners of the cultured man

20. That have surpassed you, esteeming the cultured.
You have won in the field of poetry sought things

21. And you have precedence seeking the sought.
We have fallen short of prolonging our reign

22. After the star, to be near.
Remain, and time in you laughs in the face

23. I do not see you, time, with a frowned face.