فَدَعِ الصِبا لِرِجالِهِ

وَاِخَلع ثِيابَ العارِيَه

Leave youth to its men,

And take off the clothes of shame.

وَنَعَم كَبِرتُ وَإِنَّما

تِلكَ الشَمائِلُ باقِيَه

Yes, I have grown old, yet

Those qualities remain.

وَيَفوحُ مِن عِطفَيَّ أَن

فاسُ الشَبابِ كَما هِيَه

From my shoulders exudes

The scent of youth as it was.

وَيَميلُ بي نَحوَ الصِبا

قَلبٌ رَقيقُ الحاشِيَه

And my pliant heart leans

Towards youth, its edges soft.

فيهِ مِنَ الطَربِ القَدي

مِ بَقِيَّةٌ في الزاوِيَه

In it remains from the ancient

Ecstasy a remnant in the corner.

الشَوقُ نارٌ حامِيَه

وَلقَد تَزايَدَ ما بِيَه

Yearning is a burning fire,

And indeed the yearning within me has increased.