أَتِعارُ عَينُكَ يا بنَ أَحمَرَ ضِلَّةً

وَيَسومُ لَيسَ بِبارِحٍ وَتِعارُ

Does your eye shed tears, O son of the ruddy complexion,

Out of loss though it happened not yesterday nor sheds tears?

مِن قَبلِ باهِلَةَ الَّتي يُنمى لَها

جَدّاكَ قيلَت فيهِما الأَشعارُ

For the sake of the simpleton to whom your ancestors

Recited poems that contained glories.

وَكَذاكَ أَحكامُ الزَمانِ وَإِنَّما

ثَوبُ الحَياةِ وَما يَضُمُّ مَعارُ

Thus are the judgments of time, which

Is but the life's garment that bears shame.

وَالدَهرُ عارٍ لا يُغادِرُ مَلبَساً

فَالمَجدُ مُندَرِسٌ بِهِ وَالعارُ

Time is shameful and leaves no garment intact,

So glory in it lies tattered while shame stays erect.