لا تسمعوا خمرة فقد هرمت

وانكسرت تلكم القواريرُ

Do not listen to the old wineskin, for it has aged

And those jars have shattered

رث غناها ورث كعثنها

والخلق المسترث مهجور

Inheriting its songs, inheriting its lees

While the people who've inherited are scorned

وكل بازٍ يمسهُ هرمٌ

تخرى على رأسه العصافير

And every falcon touched by old age

The little birds twitter above its head