جَلَبَ المَجاعَةَ ضامِرٌ بُخلُ

قَد خِلتُ فيهِ لِضَعفِهِ سُلّا

Greed brings famine, though plentiful the sand,

Of which I've had my fill, as it brings no sustenance.

طِفلٌ وَلَكِن أَمرُهُ عَجَبٌ

قَد عادَ بَعدَ كُهولَةٍ طِفلا

A child, yet strange is his affair,

Returning to childhood after reaching old age.

قَد كانَ حَمَّلَ لَيلَتَينِ فَلَم

تَرَ مِثلَهُ طِفلاً وَلا حَمَلا

He endured two nights, something never seen

In a child so young, nor one bearing such weight.

وَمِنَ العَجائِبِ أَن يَعودَ فَتىً

في سَبعَ عَشرَةَ لَيلَةٍ كَهلا

And of wonders, that a lad returns to his youth

In seventeen nights, having become so aged.