1. Youth has passed, will it return?
Old age has dawned, what does it want?

2. It wants to decrease my nights
With injustice by increasing them

3. O white feathered one, twitter away from it
The wings of youth have black feathers

4. O horror that startles mirrors
And makes infants shriek!

5. O bearer of the banner of misfortunes
O messenger of death, O postman!

6. O wound inflictor that cannot be cured
Except by cutting the vein

7. Despite the nose of youth and my nose
Your rust makes my cheeks bleed

8. And my head walks on it
Confused, with an eternal enemy!

9. How many nights I feared you would come
While I sipped a cup and a lute played

10. And how much, how much, while youth knew
A gazelle was startled and a neck was slit

11. Is youth’s feast returning?
Or is its happy era coming back?

12. The days when the buds of youth cracked open
And its shadow was a long sword

13. And we, like pigeons glorying,
Were strung together by its unique necklace

14. Or is there no meeting, no lines
To bring the distant close, no limits?!

15. Who will inform the jealous
That we have become what the envious aspire to?

16. That we have replaced a garment with a garment
And coldness has long been exchanged

17. So the old one went away faded
And the new one appeared ragged

18. A beloved affection turned us
And the affectionate friend satisfied us

19. It would have provoked the kissable
That we sat on their zeal

20. We did not know what more to gain from it
If it was said: Do they have more?

21. Our day is languid and dull
And our night intense and stubborn

22. So today if lips are squeezed
Or soft sands are squeezed

23. Or a robber robs a gown
Or songs please singers

24. We are content with the pleasure and play
That we are present at their wedding

25. We have become firewood! And every living thing
Is firewood coveted for pleasure!