1. إِذا ما أَسَنَّ الشَيخُ أَقصاهُ أَهلُهُ

    وَجارَ عَلَيهِا لنَجلُ وَالعَبدُ وَالعِرسُ

    When the old man grows aged, his family casts him aside,

    and son, slave, and wife treat him unjustly.

  2. وَصارَ كَبِنتِ المومِ تَسهَرُ في الدَُجى

    بُكاهُ لَهُ طَبعٌ وَلِمَّتُهُ بِرسُ

    He becomes like wax's daughter, keeping vigil in the darkness;

    weeping is natural to him, and his locks are cotton.

  3. وَأَكثَرَ قَولاً وَالصَوابُ لِمِثلِهِ

    عَلى فَضلِهِ أَن لا يُحَسُّ لَهُ جَرَسُ

    He talks at length; yet the right course for one like him,

    despite his merit, is that no sound be heard from him.

  4. يُسَبِّحُ كَيما يَغفِرُ اللَهُ ذَنبَهُ

    رُوَيدَكَ في عَهدِ الصِبا مُلِىءَ الطِرسُ

    He chants praises so that God may forgive his sin.

    Easy now—the page was filled in the days of youth.

  5. وَقَد كانَ مِنَ فُرسانِ حَربٍ وَغارَةٍ

    فَلَم يُغنِ عَنهُ السَيفُ وَالرُمحُ وَالتِرسُ

    He had been among the horsemen of battle and raids,

    yet sword, spear, and shield availed him nothing.

  6. وَأَصبَحَ عِندَ الغانِياتِ مُبَغَّضاً

    كَأَنَّ خَزُّهُ خِزيٌ وَعَنبَرُهُ كِرسُ

    He has become detested by beautiful women,

    as though his silk were disgrace and his ambergris dung.

  7. عَجِبتُ لِقَبرٍ فيهِ ضيقٌ تَزاحَمَت

    عَلى الكَونِ فيهِ العُربُ وَالرومُ وَالفُرسُ

    I marvel at a cramped grave: they jostle

    to dwell within it—Arabs, Romans, and Persians.

  8. مَتّى يَأكُلِ الجُثمانَ يَسكُنهُ غَيرُه

    يَدَ الدَهرِ حَرَساً جاءَ مِن بَعدِهِ حَرسُ

    Whenever it devours a corpse, another inhabits it,

    throughout all time, one age following another.

  9. وَكَم دَرَسَت هَذي البَسيطَةُ عالَماً

    وَعالَمُ جيلٍ مِن عَوائِدِهِ الدَرسُ

    How many a world has this earth effaced!

    And passing away is the wont of each generation's world.

  10. لَقَد فَرَسَت تِلكَ الأُسودُ طَوائِفاً

    أَنيساً وَوَحشاً ثُمَّ أَدرَكَها الفَرسُ

    Those lions indeed preyed upon throngs,

    humans and wild beasts—then they too fell prey.

  11. وَما بَرِحَ الإِنسانُ في البُؤسِ مُذ جَرَت

    بِهِ الرَوحُ لا مُذ زالَ عَن رَأسِهِ الغِرسُ

    Man has never ceased to suffer since there flowed

    through him the spirit—not merely since the caul left his head.

  12. فَلا تَعذُلينا كُلُّنا اِبنُ لَئيمَةٍ

    وَهَل تَعذُبُ الأَثمارُ إِن لُؤمَ الغَرسُ

    So do not reproach us: each of us is a base woman's son.

    And can fruits be sweet if the stock is base?

  13. طَفَونا وَنَرسو الآنَ لا سُرَّ أَسوَدي

    بِمِلكِ البَرايا ما العِراقُ وَما النَرسُ

    We floated; now we settle. May my dark self find no joy

    in dominion over creation—what are Iraq and Nars?

  14. فَإِنّي أَرى الكافورَ وَالطيبَ كُلَّهُ

    يَزولُ بِمَوتٍ جاءَ في يَدِهِ وَرسُ

    For I see camphor and every perfume

    vanish with Death, who comes with yellow dye in his hand.

  15. مَضى الناسُ إِلّا أَنَّنا في صُبابَةٍ

    كَآخَرِ ما تُبقي الحِياضُ أَو الخَرسُ

    People have passed away; we remain only as a scant remnant,

    like the last drops that basins or a great jar retain.

  16. وَلَم يَسمَعوا قَولاً أَمِن صَمَمٍ بِهِم

    وَلَم يَفهَموا رَجعاً كَأَنَّهُمُ خُرسُ

    And they heard no word—was it because they were deaf?

    Nor did they understand a reply, as though they were mute.