غَرَّكَ سودُ الشَعَراتِ الَّتي

في الوَجهِ مِنّي وَأَنا الدالِفُ

You're deceived by the blackness of the hair

On my face while I am the sincere one

كَلَفَتني شيمَةَ عَصرٍ مَضى

هَيهاتَ مِنكَ العُصرُ السالِفُ

I was burdened with the morals of a past age

Alas, from you the past age differs

وَقَد سَئِمنا زَمَناً مُؤذِياً

أَروَحُ مِن سالِمِهِ التالِفُ

And we became weary of a hurtful time

I go from its reconciler the sincere

يَحلِفُ لا أَبّقى عَلى واحِدٍ

وَبِرٌّ في إيمانِهِ الحالِفُ

He swears he won't keep anyone

And righteousness in his faith the swearer