1. O my companion, my hair has greyed unbidden
And I have drunk bitterness in draughts

2. And quaffed the cups of passion
Finding them bitter and sweet

3. A gazelle openly grazing the arid land
Wandering in my weakness and hardness

4. It has busied my heart with a sorrow
That has seized it and made it empty

5. Woe to the days of youth
Effaced from people without a trace

6. Days in which I indulged in wishes
Roving through their regions in delight and amusement

7. Days when my slip is forgiven
And the intention of sin thought a lapse

8. The morning comes to me with his cup
A sight refreshing my languorous eyes

9. The corners of his cheeks stuffed
With musk, perfume in his cheeks

10. As if his eyelids complain to you
Of illness in plaintive murmurs

11. In some youths I preferred before me
And none have I found a match

12. They have become, in my heart, a burning yearning
That saddens it, with sorrows and passion

13. Ask the dwellings for water
And the meadows, the two convents stronger

14. Until their places remain
Fiery stars illuminated and bent

15. And the breeze of it shakes
The wings of plants and bends their glory

16. Of every sweet life I have attained
Its pleasures and walked its path

17. The days of youth but I folded my palm
After them and shortened my stride

18. Grey hair has bared its swords
And stretched over pleasures its shadow

19. Till the mist of youth bent
Withering and I woke at dawn

20. And indeed I have met a tremendous
Threat and shouldered a heavy load

21. And I strutted in the shirt of iron
But I do not see in the night glimmers

22. With a roving, far-wandering cloak
That makes the steeds of riders leap

23. The resolves of a man have journeyed with it
And its abode in cares the severest

24. He gestured to it in hard times
But did not leave any room for trespassing

25. And indeed I have shed for youth
Its darkness at dawn and in the morning

26. With an effeminate of little strength
Who prances before the horses prancing

27. In the footsteps of a starry banner
Whose light has humbly dimmed and bent

28. Sacrificed on the heat of the ground
With its pouring showers watering it