يا شَيبُ كَيفَ وما انقَضى زَمنُ الصبِّا

عاجَلتَ منِّي اللمَّةَ السوداءَ

O gray hair, how could time have passed so fast since my youth

You hastened the black sorrow upon me

لا تعجلنَّ فوا الذي جَعلَ الدُّجى

في لَيلِ طُرَّتي البهيمِ ضِياءَ

Do not hasten, by Him who made the darkness radiance

In the night of my confused life

لَو أَنَّها يَومَ الحِسابِ صَحيفتي

ما سرَّ قَلبي كَونُها بَيضَاءَ

If on Judgement Day it were my record

My heart would rejoice that it is blank