أَودى الشَبابُ وَحُبُّ الخالَةِ الخَلَبَة

وَقَد بَرِئتُ فَما بِالصَدرِ مِن قَلَبَه

Youth has passed, and so has love of the mischievous cousin,

And I have recovered, with no heart left inside my chest,

وَقَد تَثَلَّمَ أَنيابي وَأَدرَكَني

قَرنق عَلَيَّ شَديدٌ فاحِشُ الغَلبَة

My teeth are worn down, and old age has overtaken me,

A harsh, overwhelming decrepitude weighs down on me,

وَقَد رَمى بِسُراهِ الدَهرِ مُعتَمِداً

في المَنكِبَينِ وَفي الساقَينِ وَالرَقَبَة

And time has pierced me with its arrows,

In my shoulders, legs, and neck.