بَعُدَت ليلَةٌ تولّت ذَميمَه

لم تَفِض فيضَ ديمَةٍ بعد دِيمَه

A night has passed, turning away its breeze

No dew has spilled after its dew

ليلة لو تَقَدَّمت لاستَحقَّت

شهرةَ الذّكرِ قبلَ يَوم حَلِيمَه

If that night had come earlier, it would have deserved

The fame of mention before the day of Halima

غسَلت لِمَّتي بصُبحِ مَشِيبٍ

وَمَحت لَيلَةً عَليَّ كريمَة

It washed my temples with the morning of old age

And erased a generous night from me

وورَائي من الخِضابِ قَصِيرٌ

وهي زَبَّاءُ والشّبابُ جَذِيمَهُ

Behind me is little dye

While it is bright and youth has withered