لما تخطّتنِيَ السَّبعونَ مُعرِضةً

وساوَرَ الضَّعفُ بعدَ الأَيْدِ أركاني

When seventy bypassed me unconcerned

And weakness crept into my pillars after power

وأُدخِلَتْ كانَ في شُكرِي وفي صِفتِي

واسترجَع الدَّهرُ ما قد كان أعطَانِي

And decline was inserted into my gratitude and character

And time reclaimed what it had once given me

رُزقْتُ فَروةَ والسَّبعون تُخبرُها

أن سوف تَيْتَمُ عن قُربٍ وتَنْعانِي

I was endowed with insight while seventy informs it

That it will soon be orphaned from nearby and will miss me

وهي الضّعِيفَةُ ما تنفكُّ كاسِفةً

ذلِيلةً تَمتري دمعي وأحزانِي

And it, the weak one, does not cease to be saddened

Miserable, shedding my tears and my sorrows

ما كان عمَّا ستلقاهُ وعن جَزَعي

لِما ستلقَاهُ أغناهَا وأغْنَانِي

She did not know what she will encounter and about my distress

For what she will encounter has enriched her and enriched me