خَبَّروني أَنَّ مِن ضَربِ السَنَه

جُدُداً بيضاً وَصُفراً حَسَنَه

They told me that as the years pass by

There are fair white and yellow complexions anew

أُحدِثَت لَكِنَّني لَم أَرَها

مِثلَ ما كُنتُ أَرى كُلَّ سَنَه

But I have not seen them

As I used to see each year