أَيُّها النادِبُ الشَبابَ الَّذي قَد

كُنتَ تَجفوهُ مَرَّةً وَتَعِقُّه

O you who blame youth

Once you disdained and spurned it

لَو بَكَيتَ الشَبابَ عُمرَ اللَيالي

لَم تَكُن باكِياً بِما يَستَحِقُّه

If you wept for youth as long as nights live

You would not weep enough for what it deserves