لَم يَبقَ لي في هَوى الغَواني

لَم يَبقَ لي في هَوى الغَواني

مُنذُ تَقَضّى الصِبى طَماعَه

مُنذُ تَقَضّى الصِبى طَماعَه

No longer have I, in the love of fair women,

No longer in passion's folly delight,

Any hope, now that youth has passed.

Since the lads had their wantonness sated.

أَعرَضنَ عَنّي فَكُنتُ قِدماً

أَعرَضنَ عَنّي فَكُنتُ قِدماً

فيهِنَّ ذا إِمرَةٍ مُطاعَهُ

فيهِنَّ ذا إِمرَةٍ مُطاعَهُ

They turned away from me; once I was

Turned from me, I was left out in the cold,

Among them a ruler whose commands were obeyed.

While they revelled in lust and depravity.

خَلَعتُ نَفسي مِنَ التَصابي

خَلَعتُ نَفسي مِنَ التَصابي

ما لِأَخي الشَيبِ وَالخَلاعَه

ما لِأَخي الشَيبِ وَالخَلاعَه

I have stripped myself of youthful affectation;

I cast off my soul from this game -

What has a brother of gray hair to do with wantonness?

Too old for such sport is your brother.

أَنكَرنَ مِنّي شَيباً وَعُدماً

أَنكَرنَ مِنّي شَيباً وَعُدماً

وَلا بِضاعٌ وَلا بِضاعَه

وَلا بِضاعٌ وَلا بِضاعَه

They disapproved of my gray hair and poverty,

They shunned me for age and for weakness,

And there is neither lovemaking nor merchandise.

With nought left to offer, no wares on display.