تَزايَدَ وَجدي وَوَلّى الشّباب

وَجاءَ المَشيبُ وَقَد شَدَّ حيلا

My passion grew, and youth took wing and fled,

While hoariness its subtle arts spread.

تَبَدّى النّهارُ وَلَيسَ يَزول

فَهَل يا سُليمى أُشاهِدُ لَيلى

The day appeared, and firm its reign will stay,

Shall I, O Suleyma, my Layla see some day?