1. The book arrived, its fragrance dispersed as it spread,
And I was delighted by its prose before its systematic arrangement.

2. It revived my heart as if in every line,
There was the face of the author of that line.

3. Eyes of its lover stared at it,
As if their blackness was from its ink.

4. A longing one remembered the old days,
He met persecution and attained comfort from its mention.

5. O you who jokes with poetry to me,
Alas, poetry and its era have passed away.

6. Poetry is from the folly of youth, and where can I,
Regretfully, find youth or its poetry.

7. Gray hair has overcome youth with whiteness,
Smooth, so its blackness is captured.

8. A guest on my head, I carried its heaviness,
And hosted it, enjoying life in its entirety.

9. I'm amazed by one who didn't satirize me,
The generosity of nature was a sign of his excuse.

10. It has become difficult for me to accept surrender to him,
And it is difficult to deny the loftiness of his worth.

11. A report circulated by narrators who exaggerated it,
While it was small when you considered its core.

12. Do not give your judgement on what first appears to you,
Until you stand on the truth of the matter.

13. The best words are truthful beneficial words,
And the greatest of them in poetry are like its pearls.

14. One whose poetry is mostly vain,
It is as if most of his life is lost.

15. Hardships have passed by my forelock and startled me,
My skin shuddered and time frightened me with its deception.

16. And sometimes the youth is safe from what he supposes,
While a wicked one hits him with what he did not expect.

17. And sometimes an ignorant one grows gray in adulthood,
While an intelligent one flourishes in his youth.

18. Alas, the heart of a youth is never in his age,
But rather his heart is in his chest.

19. O you who suckled wisdom from its springs,
And was nurtured in the cradle of perfection and its neighborhood.

20. You have attained what many were deprived of,
And the nights of time's superiority were like its night of destiny.

21. And people are of two kinds, one who profits,
Plunging into the goodness of time, and one who loses in its evil.

22. So if you consider both sides together,
You fall short of complaining about time or thanking it.