1. O one whose hair is turned white by treating youth,
By Allah, I have no hope in my youth,

2. I am the one who never rested an hour
Before my hair turned white and my strength faded,

3. The memory of youth startles me whenever
I remember what I suffered from my passion,

4. The memory of youth startles me, it is
The memory of my torment and misguidance,

5. I did not live except after the death of desire
And I was dead when my wishes were alive,

6. I did not live except after the fires
Of my heart cooled down and my sins slackened,

7. I did not live except after Layla turned away
From me and abandoned my love,

8. Youth does not know me anymore
So all its horrors I see behind me,

9. Behind me are, of the agonies of passion,
What no martyr except me has died from,

10. Do not tempt me with the night of youth
For I wasted in it my rationality,

11. I spent it pursuing a mirage
Until dawn broke heralding the loss of my shelter,

12. An illusion I wasted after
My heart and shed for it my tears,

13. Its light not light, its fire
Like the shadow of fire in my imagination,

14. I turned away from it after the toil of journey
And gained nothing, here are my hands,