ما بِالمَنازِلِ لَو سَأَلتَ أَحَد

وَلَقَد يَكونُ هَوَي بِهِنَّ وَوَد

The dwellings, if you were to ask someone about them

And he may be infatuated with them and fond of them

أَزمانَ أَمرَحُ في زَمانِ صِباً

أَجري إِلى اللَهوِ وَلَستُ أُرَد

I had the most playful times during the days of youth

I would rush to entertainment and not hold back

وَالدَهرُ لا تُمحى مَلاحَتُهُ

في أَعصُرٍ أَيّامُهُنَّ جُدُد

Time does not erase its joys

Its days are renewed in eras

عِزٌّ بِفَجعِ الدَهرِ مُتَّبِعٌ

لِلَّهوِ حَتّى قامَ بي وَقَعَد

Glory pursues the joys of time

To entertainment, until it stood with me and sat down

في غَفلَةٍ لا هَمَّ يَعرِفُها

فَطَفِقتُ أَهزِلُ بِالزَمانِ وَجَد

In a heedlessness that no concern recognizes

So I started to joke with time, vigorously