رب حالِ كأنها مُذْهَبُ الديبا

جِ صارت من رقّة كاللاَّذِ

My state is like gilded leather

It has become as delicate as the most delicate silk

وزمانٍ مثل ابنةِ الكرم حسناً

عاد عند العيون مثلَ الدَاذي

And time, as beautiful as a generous man's daughter

Has returned in my eyes like one who returns

أَوَمَا من فسادِ رأي الليالي

أن شعْري هذا وحاليَ هذي

Or is it not from the corruption of nights' opinions

That my hair is like this and my state is like this