عَجِبَت مِن بِزَّتي إِذ أخلَقَت

عَجِبَت مِن بِزَّتي إِذ أخلَقَت

وَهيَ تَجتَابُ الحَبِيرَ المُغدَفَا

وَهيَ تَجتَابُ الحَبِيرَ المُغدَفَا

She marveled at my attire when it grew threadbare,

She wondered at my dress when she saw me,

While she wore richly patterned, flowing cloth.

Wearing a robe embroidered and lined with silk.

هَذِهِ لا تَعجَبِي من هَذِهِ

هَذِهِ لا تَعجَبِي من هَذِهِ

قَبلَهَا أُلبِسَ دُرٌّ صَدَفَا

قَبلَهَا أُلبِسَ دُرٌّ صَدَفَا

You there, do not marvel at this:

Do not wonder, O maid, at this,

Before it, pearls were clothed in shells.

For before it was dressed in pearls and shells.

لا تَظُنِّي الدَّهرَ لِي مُستَلِباً

لا تَظُنِّي الدَّهرَ لِي مُستَلِباً

إِنَّما جَرَّدَ مِنِّي مُرهَفَا

إِنَّما جَرَّدَ مِنِّي مُرهَفَا

Do not think Time has robbed me;

Think not that time has robbed me,

It has only unsheathed a keen-edged blade from me.

But that it has stripped from me a splendid dress.

إنَّ ماءً كان في وَجنَتِها

إنَّ ماءً كان في وَجنَتِها

وَرَدَتهُ السِّنُّ حَتَّى نشَفا

وَرَدَتهُ السِّنُّ حَتَّى نشَفا

Indeed, the moisture once in her cheek—

The water that filled its sleeves

Age drank from it until it dried up.

Old age has dried up and it faded away.

وَذَوَى العُنَّابُ من أَنمُلِها

وَذَوَى العُنَّابُ من أَنمُلِها

فَأَعَادَتهُ اللَّيالي حَشَفا

فَأَعَادَتهُ اللَّيالي حَشَفا

And the jujubes of her fingertips withered,

The stalks have withered from her fingers,

So the nights turned them into shriveled dates.

But the nights will renew and restore it again.