وَلَقَد قَضَيتُ وَإِن تَجَلَّلَ لِمَّتي

شَيبٌ عَلى رَغمِ العِدا لَذّاتي

Though time may pass, as long as I live

Gray hairs cannot subdue my pleasure

مِن كاعِباتٍ كَالدُمى وَمَناصِفٍ

وَمَراكِبٍ لِلصَّيدِ وَالنَشَواتِ

In swift racer horses, fine robes

Hunting gear and festive joys,

في فِتيَةٍ تَأبى الهَوانَ وَجوهُهُم

شُمِّ الأُنوفِ جَحاجِحٍ ساداتِ

In spirited youths whose lordly faces

Scorn baseness like hawks disdain carrion,

إِن يَطلُبوا بِتَراتِهِم يُعطَوا بِها

أَو يُطلَبوا لا يُدرَكوا بِتَراتِ

Who when asked for favors, grant them,

And who cannot be caught when they withhold them.