أَعائِدَةٌ تِلكَ اللَيالي بِذي الغَضى

أَلا لا وَهَل يُثنى مِنَ الدَّهرِ ما مَضى

Those nights of intimacy with the tender one,

Alas! Time past will not come again.

إِذا ذَكَرَتْها النَّفسُ باتَت كَأَنَّها

عَلى حَدِّ سَيفٍ بَينَ جَنبيَّ يُنتَضى

When the soul recalls them, it's as though

Lying on the edge of a sword being drawn.

فَحِنَّ رُوَيداً أَيُّها القَلبُ واصَطَبِر

فَلا يَدفَعُ الأَقدارَ سُخطٌ وَلا رِضى

So patience, O heart, go gently,

Since neither discontent nor acquiescence alter destiny.

تَوَلّى الصِّبا وَالمالِكيَّةُ أَعرَضَتْ

وَزالَ التَّصابي وَالشَّبابُ قَدِ اِنقَضى

Childhood companions and angels have turned away,

Youth's pleasures have passed, they are gone.