تَبَلّجَ بالشّبيبةِ صُبْحُ شَيْبي

تَبَلّجَ بالشّبيبةِ صُبْحُ شَيْبي

فأدْبَرَ لَيْلَها وولّى

فأدْبَرَ لَيْلَها وولّى

Amid my youth, the dawn of my gray hair broke;

My youth was illuminated by old age's dawn

Then youth's night retreated and fled.

Its night has turned its back and departed

ولمْ أسْتُرْ بُدورَ الصُّبْحِ جَهْلاً

ولمْ أسْتُرْ بُدورَ الصُّبْحِ جَهْلاً

وهلْ يَخْفى الصّباحُ إذا تجلّى

وهلْ يَخْفى الصّباحُ إذا تجلّى

I did not foolishly veil the full moons of dawn;

Yet I did not conceal the dawn's full moons in ignorance

And can morning be hidden when it shines forth?

Can the morning be hidden when it reveals itself?

لقدْ كبَحَ المَشيبُ جُموحَ عَزْمي

لقدْ كبَحَ المَشيبُ جُموحَ عَزْمي

بعَضِّ لِجامِ مَطيّتِهِ المُحَلّى

بعَضِّ لِجامِ مَطيّتِهِ المُحَلّى

Gray hair has indeed curbed my resolve's wildness

Old age has curbed my determination's zeal

With the bite of its mount's ornamented bridle.

With some of the draft of its sweetened chalice

فَيا عهْدَ الصِّبا سِرْ في أمانِ

فَيا عهْدَ الصِّبا سِرْ في أمانِ

ويا وِرْدَ الرّدَى أهْلاً وسَهْلا

ويا وِرْدَ الرّدَى أهْلاً وسَهْلا

So, O days of youth, go in peace;

So farewell era of youth, go safely

And O draught of death, welcome!

And hello o flower of return, greetings