لا تَبْكِيَنَّ مِن اللَّيالي أَنَّها

حَرَمَتْكَ نَغْبَةَ شارِب مِن مَشْرَبِ

Do not weep from the nights that they

Deprived you of the desire of a drinker from a drink

فأَقَلُّ مالكَ عِنْدَها سَيْفُ الردَى

يُسْتَلُّ مِن شَعْرِ القَذالِ الأَشْيبِ

For your least possession with them is the sword of demise

Drawn from the hair of the graying elder

ورَحِيلُ عَيْشِكَ كُلَّ رِحْلةِ ساعة

وفَناءُ طِيبِكَ في الزَّمَانِ الأَطْيَبِ

And the departure of your life every hour's journey

And the fading of your vigor in the most vigorous time

فإِذا بَكَيْتَ فَبَكِّ عُمْرَكَ إِنَّهُ

زَجلُ الجَناحِ يَمُرُّ مَرَّ الكَوْكَبِ

So if you cried, cry for your life, it

Is the wailing of a wing, passing like a planet