1. يا رُبَّ أمرد قد سبرت غويره

    حتى أزالَ الشعر ذاك الرَّونقا

    Ah, many a beardless youth whose little valley I have plumbed,

    Until hair took away that luster.

  2. وتنكرت صفة الغوير فلم يكن

    ذاك الغوير ولا النقا ذاك النقا

    And the little valley's appearance grew unrecognizable, so it was no longer

    That same little valley, nor was the dune that same dune.