كنْتُ أَلفَ الصِّبا فَوَدَّعَني

وَداعَ مَنْ بانَ غيْرَ مُنْصَرفِ

I used to bid farewell to youth, as one

Who turns away, never to come again.

أيّامَ لَهْوي كَظِلِّ إِسْحِلَةٍ

وإِذْ شَبابي كَروضَةٍ أُنُفِ

My wanton days passed by like shadows faint,

My spring of life ran quickly to its end.