بَكَيتُ أَسىً وَحَقَّ عَلى التَصابي

وَأَيّامُ الشَبابِ بُكاءُ عَيني

I wept in sorrow, as is fitting, over the loss of youth,

For the days of youth call for tears from my eyes.

زَمانُ خَلاعَةٍ أَصبَحَت مِنهُ

وَمِن أَوقاتِهِ صَفرُ اليَدَينِ

An age of no loyalty has dawned,

And from its times come empty hands.

فَمُذ خَطَّ المَشيبُ عَدِمتُ صَحبي

لَقَد كانَ المَشيبُ غَرابَ بَينِ

Since the hair turned white, I've lost my friends.

Gray hair was a raven that came between us.

سَقى عَهدَ الصِبا غادٍ مُلِثٌّ

وَلا حَيّا بَياضَ العارِضَينِ

He watered the pact of youth, gone putrid,

No longer greeting the whiteness of my temples.