1. سَقى السالِفَ مِن دَهري

    سَحابٌ واكِفُ القَطرِ

    The clouds of my past era have irrigated me

    With pouring rain that lingers

  2. لَقَد وَلّى بِلَذّاتي

    وَما أَحمَدتُ مِن عُمري

    My pleasures have certainly departed

    And I have not enjoyed my life

  3. أَلا يا حَبَّذا عَصرُ ال

    شَبابِ الغَضِّ مِن عَصرِ

    Oh, blessed was the era of tender youth

    More blessed than any era

  4. زَماناً كُنتُ أَجني العَي

    شَ مِن أَفنائِهِ الخُضرِ

    When I used to reap the livelihood

    From its ever-green glades

  5. لَقَد وَلّى الصِبا غَضّاً

    أَنيقَ الرَّوضِ وَالزَّهرِ

    Youth has certainly departed, tender

    And elegant, with meadows and flowers

  6. لَدى كُلِّ فَتاةٍ غا

    دَةٍ طَيِّبَةِ النَّشرِ

    In the company of every slender and graceful belle

    With pleasant scent and soft skin

  7. تُريكَ البَدرَ بَدرَ التِّم

    مِ في لَيلٍ مِنَ الشّعرِ

    She shows you the full moon in the darkness of night

    Shining like a pearl

  8. وَتَفتَرُّ عَنِ الدُرِّ

    إِذا اِفتَرَّت عَنِ الثَغرِ

    When she smiles, she reveals pearls

    As her lips part from her teeth

  9. إِذا ماسَت يَكادُ الرِّد

    فُ يَنبَتُّ مِنَ الخَصرِ

    When she walks, her waist almost sways

    And buds forth from her chest

  10. وَكَم سُكرٍ لَنا مِن لَح

    ظِها ناهيكَ مِن سُكرِ

    And how much intoxication we derived

    From her glances, not to mention her sweetness

  11. وَأَحوى لَحظُهُ يَنفُ

    ثُ في الأَلبابِ بِالسِّحرِ

    Her amorous glance oozes

    And casts a spell on hearts and minds

  12. رَشيقُ القَدِّ يَنأَدُّ

    فَيُزري بِالقَنا السُّمرِ

    Slender of form, she sways

    Swinging her curvy body

  13. وَقَد دَبَّ بِخَدَّيهِ

    عِذارٌ باسِطٌ عُذري

    The excuses on her cheek have spread

    Pleading my innocence

  14. فَكَم مِن لَيلَةٍ مازا

    لَ بَينَ السَحرِ وَالنَّحرِ

    And how many nights went by

    Between dusk and dawn

  15. إِلى أَن عاثَ في اللَيلِ

    مُغيراً عَسكَرُ الفَجرِ

    Until the army of dawn raided the night

    Disturbing it with uproar

  16. مَضَت أَيّامُنا تِلكَ

    حَميداتٍ وَلَم نَدرِ

    Those days of ours have passed

    Nobly, though now beyond recall