تَبَلّجَ بالشّبيبةِ صُبْحُ شَيْبي

فأدْبَرَ لَيْلَها وولّى

My youth was illuminated by old age's dawn

Its night has turned its back and departed

ولمْ أسْتُرْ بُدورَ الصُّبْحِ جَهْلاً

وهلْ يَخْفى الصّباحُ إذا تجلّى

Yet I did not conceal the dawn's full moons in ignorance

Can the morning be hidden when it reveals itself?

لقدْ كبَحَ المَشيبُ جُموحَ عَزْمي

بعَضِّ لِجامِ مَطيّتِهِ المُحَلّى

Old age has curbed my determination's zeal

With some of the draft of its sweetened chalice

فَيا عهْدَ الصِّبا سِرْ في أمانِ

ويا وِرْدَ الرّدَى أهْلاً وسَهْلا

So farewell era of youth, go safely

And hello o flower of return, greetings