أعاد الدهرُ حُمْرَتَك اصفرارا

فعادَ نشاطُكَ الحَسَنُ انكسارا

Time has turned your reddish complexion pale

So your graceful liveliness has become broken

وعاثتْ في محاسِنِكَ الليالي

فقد أضحتْ معالِمُهَا قِفَارا

The nights have wreaked havoc on your beauty

So its features have become barren

لقد أصبحتَ عند الناس ليلاً

وَقِدْماً كنتَ عندهُم نهارا

You have become like the night to people

Yet formerly you were their day

أحُسْنُكَ ويكَ ذاك الحسنُ لا بل

أراهُ كان عندي مُسْتَعَارا

Your beauty, alas that beauty was not real

Rather I see it was borrowed