أنِستُ بأيَّامِ الشَّبابِ وظِلَّها

وآنسْتُ دَهراً في جِواري الجَوارِيا

I enjoyed the days of youth and their shade

And I had a good time with my beautiful maidens

فلّما رأيْتُ الشَّيْبَ يبسِمُ ضاحِكاً

بكَيتُ فأخجَلْتُ العُيونَ الجَوارِيا

But when I saw gray hair smiling mockingly

I cried and made the eyes of the maidens embarrassed

وقلتُ غَدا زَنْدي بِشَيْبي كابِياً

وكنتُ أراهُ يقدحُ الثَّلْجَ وَارِيا

And I said tomorrow my hair will be white like cotton

While I used to see it dark and flowing

فظُنَّ دِماءً بالدُّموعِ سفحْتُها

وما بِدُموعٍٍ قد مَراها الجوى رِيا

So they thought it was blood I shed in tears

While it was not blood, just tears shed in grief