قُلْ لمن تَاه بالجَمالِ عَلينا

ما عَسى دولةُ الصِّبَا أن تَدومَا

Tell the one who went astray in beauty over us,

What can the rule of youth last?

عن قليلٍ نَرى قوامَكَ ذَا المَا

ئِسَ قد عادَ ذَا اعتدالٍ قَويمَا

Soon we will see your erect figure become

One of dejection and despair.

ونَرى طرفَكَ السقيمَ وقد صَح

حَ كأَنْ لم يكن مَريضاً سَقيمَا

And we will see your sickly eyelid healed

As if it had never been sick.

ونَرى جَمْرَ وجنْتَيكَ وقد عا

دَ رمادَا وبقلَهُنّ هَشيمَا

And we will see your hot cheeks and temple

Turn to ashes and rubble.

وتُنَادي عدلٌ من اللهِ أَن أَص

بَحَ ذاكَ النّهارُ لَيلاً بَهيمَا

And Justice from God calls out that the bright

Day has become a gloomy night.