تَمَلَّ مِنَ التَصابي حينَ تُمسي

وَلا أَمَمٌ صِباكَ وَلا قَريبُ

You are weary of gray hairs as evening falls,

Yet you have no dear ones or kin.

سَوادُ الرَأسِ سِلمٌ لِلتَصابي

وَبَينَ البيضِ وَالبيضِ الحُروبُ

Gray hair is a badge of honor from graying,

And between the white and the white are battles.

وَوَلّاكَ الشَبابُ عَلى الغَواني

فَبادِر قَبلَ يَعزِلُكَ المَشيبُ

Youth has inclined you toward passion,

So seize the day before old age rejects you.