1. خَرِفَ الخَريفُ وَأَنتَ في شُغُلٍ

    عَن بَهجَةِ الأَزمانِ وَالحُقَبِ

    Autumn has grown senile, while you are distracted

    From the splendor of times and ages.

  2. أَوراقُهُ صُفرُ وَقَهوَتُنا

    صَفراءُ مِثلُ الشَمسِ في اللَهَبِ

    Its leaves are yellow, and our wine

    Is yellow, like the sun amid flame.

  3. يَأتي بِها غَيري وَأَشرَبُها

    ذَهَباً عَلى ذَهَبٍ بِلا ذَهَبِ

    Another brings it, and I drink it:

    Gold upon gold, without gold.