تذكارُ أَيامِ الشَّبيبةِ يُطربُ

وحديثُها يحلو لدىَّ ويعذبُ

The memory of the days of youth delights me

And talking about them is sweet and pleasurable to me

كرر أحاديثَ الشبابِ فإنها

تنفي الهُمومَ عنِ الفُؤادِ وتسلبُ

Repeat the conversations of youth, for they

Banish worries from the heart and captivate it

عندي بقايا نشوةس من عَصرهِ

أفني وباقي نشوتي لا تَذهَبُ

I have remnants of the bliss of its era

I perish while its bliss remains and does not disappear

واهاً على ذاكَ الزَّمانِ فإنَّهُ

عندي من العُمرِ الزَّمانُ الأَطيبُ

Alas for that time, for it is to me

The sweetest time of life

أيَّامَ أَرفلُ في ملابسِ صبوةٍ

والفودُ من حُسنِ النضارةِ غيهبُ

Days when I would strut about in the clothes of youth

And the mouth from the beauty of blossoming was covered

ويموجث بي بحرُ الغرامِ ولم يكُن

فيهِ لغيري في الغوايةِ مركبُ

And the sea of love would surge within me and there was not

For anyone else in straying a vessel

والغانياتُ تحومُ حولَ مَودَّتي

هَذي تُواصلنُي وهذي تعتُبُ

And the singing girls would hover around my affection

This one draws close to me and that one reproaches

ويزيدُني مهما هممتُ بسلوةٍ

في الحُبِّ وجداً حبُّ من يتحبَّبُ

And whatever I intended to console myself

In love and passion, the love of one who is affectionate would increase me

واليومَ قد راعَ العذارى منظرٌ

يكرهنهُ وهو العِذارُ الأَشيبُ

And today, the virgins have seen an appearance

That they dislike, which is white-haired passion

عجباً يملنَ إلى غُرابِ أسحمِ

أنَّى يروقُ لهُنَّ بازٌ أَشهبُ

Strangely enough, they incline towards the raven of ugly men

How can a buzzard with grey feathers appeal to them?

دَع ذا التعَلُّلَ عنكَ قد ذهبَ الهَوى

واذهب فما للَّهوِ عندكَ مذهَبُ

Leave off this pretext from yourself, desire has departed

And be off, for dalliance has for you no course