كُنْتُ آسَى عَلَى زَمَانٍ تَقَضَّى

أَخْلَقَ الدَّهْرُ مِنْهُ ثَوْباً قَشِيبَا

I grieved for an era that had passed

Time had woven from it a shabby garment

فَتَأَسَّيْتُ حِينَ أَبْصَرْتُ فَوْداً

للَّيْلِ قَدْ عَمَّهُ الصَّبَاحُ مَشيِبَا

So I was saddened when I saw a farewell

To the night that dawn had turned white-haired