قَد لاحَ في فَودِك المَشيبُ

قَد لاحَ في فَودِك المَشيبُ

وَرَثَّ مِن عُمرِكَ القَشيبُ

وَرَثَّ مِن عُمرِكَ القَشيبُ

Gray hair has already appeared at your temple.

The grey has dawned upon your cheeks,

And what was fresh in your life has grown threadbare.

And harvested the stubble of your years,

فَكُن لِداعي التُقى مُجيباً

فَكُن لِداعي التُقى مُجيباً

مِن قَبلُ تُدعى فَلا تُجيبُ

مِن قَبلُ تُدعى فَلا تُجيبُ

So answer the one who calls you to piety,

So heed the caller unto righteousness,

Before you are called and give no answer.

Lest you were called before and did not hear.