وَفي بَقايا الفُؤادِ نارٌ
توقَدُ في قَلبِ مُستَهامِ
And in the remnants of the heart there is a fire,
Kindled in the heart of one distraught with love.
وَقَد نَهاني عَنِ الغَواني
ما أَخَذَ الشَيبُ مِن عُرامي
And I have been kept from beautiful women
By what gray hair has taken from my vigor.
قَد كُنتُ لِلغانِياتِ زيراً
أَغتَبِقُ الريقَ بِالمُدامِ
I was once a lover of beautiful women,
Drinking saliva with wine at evening.
خَمسينَ أَبلَيتُ في التَصابي
كَهلاً وَفي دَولَةِ الغُلامِ
Fifty years I spent in youthful dalliance,
In middle age and in the reign of youth.
Sol 6.1