حناني الدهر وأف

تنني الليالي والغير

Time has been gentle to me and light

Were the nights that passed me by

فصرت كالقوس ومن

عصاي للقوس وتر

So I became like a bow, and my

Walking stick served as bowstring

أهدج في مشيي وفي

خطوي فتور وقصر

There is hesitation in my walk and steps

That falter and fall short

كأنني مقيّد

وإنما القيد الكبر

As if I were shackled

When in truth, it is old age

والعمر مثل الماء في

آخره يأتي الكدر

And life is like water - in

The end, only bitterness comes