1. إِن أخلَقَت هَذِي اللَّيَالِي خِلقَتِي

    فَخَلِيقَتِي جَلَّت عَنِ الإخلاَقِ

    If these nights have shaped my character

    Then my character has strayed far from virtue

  2. إِن أنظُرِ الزُّلُفَاتِ يَوماً أنثَنِي

    لِتَألُّمِي بِتَثَلُّمِي ومِحَاقِيد

    If I were to look back one day and bend down

    To reminisce and lament over my bygone youth

  3. ولأن بَلَغتُ مِنَ المَشِيبِ عُتِيَّهُ

    لَم أنزَجِر وَدَقَاقَةَ الأعنَاقِ

    Now that I have reached the zenith of old age

    I do not flinch from the trembling of my neck

  4. يَا حَسرَةً ذَهبَت جُفَاءً شِرَّتِى

    وعَوَائِقِى وبَوَائِقِى بَوَاقِ

    Oh what a pity, my roughness and harshness are gone

    Along with my obstacles, solutions, and concord

  5. أفَلَم أكُن قَد آنَ لِىب رُجعَى إِلَى

    حَقٍّ يُرَوِّضُ تَشَزُّرِى وإِبَاقِى

    Was it not time that I return to

    A truth that tames my arrogance, defiance and pretense

  6. وَتشُدقِى وَتَعمُّقِى وَتَفَيهُقِى

    وخُشُونَتِى ومُلُوحَتِآ وَزُعَاقِى

    My affectation, delusion, absurdity

    My recklessness, salinity, and discord

  7. وبِطَالَتِى وإِطَالَتِى في كُلِّ مَا

    لاَ يَنبَغِى وتَوَافُقِى وشِقَاقِى

    My idleness, procrastination in all that

    I should not indulge in, my concord and discord

  8. نَفسٌ تُسَوِّفُ بِالخِلاَفِ خَلِيقَةً

    مَا وَافَقَت في الدَّهرِ قَدرَ فُوَاقِ

    A soul that defers righteousness

    Unlike any other in its destined accord

  9. أخِلاَعَةٌ لاَ تُرتَضَى وبَشَاعَةٌ

    وإشَاعَةُ الأَعرَاقِ في الأَعرَاقِ

    An abomination that cannot be condoned, an ugliness

    That spreads anxiety among all tribes

  10. وإضَاعُةُ الأَعمَالِ وَهَىَ بِضَاعَةٌ

    لاَ تُشتَرَى بِكَواسِدِ الأَسوَاقِ

    And the squandering of deeds, which are merchandise

    That cannot be traded in lavish markets

  11. يَا لَيتَ شِعرِى مَا المَصِيرُ إِذَا عَرَا

    عَرَقُ الجَبِينِ لَدَى لُحُوقِ حَلاَقِى

    Oh how I wish I knew what fate awaits

    When my temple perspires by the barber's blade

  12. أَم كَيفَ حَالِى إِذ اُكُونُ بِحُفرَةٍ

    مَهجُورَةٍ بِقَوَاتِمِ الأَعمَاقِ

    Or how I will be when in a forgotten

    Ditch, at the mercy of the depths

  13. ولقد أَطَارَ القَلبَ عَن سَكَنَاتِهِ

    فَرَقاً تَطَايُرُ طَائِرِ الأورَاقِ

    My heart has fluttered away from its dwelling

    Frightened like a bird with fluttering wings