1. أُنظُر إلى صَرفِ دهري كيفَ عَوَّدَني

    بعدَ المَشيبِ سِوى عاداتيَ الأوَلِ

    Look at my changing fortunes, how they have accustomed me

    after my hair turned gray, to ways unlike my former ones.

  2. وفي تَغايُرِ صرفِ الدّهرِ معتَبِرٌ

    وأيُّ حالٍ على الأيام لم تَحُلِ

    And in the shifting turns of time there is a lesson;

    and what condition has not changed with passing days?

  3. قد كنتُ مِسْعَر حَربٍ كلَّما خَمدَتْ

    أضرمتُها باقتداحِ البيضِ في القُلَلِ

    Once I was a kindler of war; whenever it died down,

    I set it ablaze, striking sparks with gleaming swords on heads.

  4. هَمِّي منازلةُ الأقرانِ أحسَبُهُم

    فَرائسِي فَهُمُ منِّي على وَجَلِ

    My concern was dueling with my equals; I reckoned them

    my prey, and so they were in fear of me.

  5. أمْضَى على الهَولِ من لَيلٍ وأهْجَمُ مِن

    سَيْلٍ وأقدِمُ في الهيجاءِ مِن أجَلِ

    I pressed through terror more relentlessly than night, and charged more fiercely than

    a torrent, and in battle was bolder than death.

  6. فَصرتُ كالغَادةِ المِكسالِ مضجَعُها

    على الحشَايا وراءَ السَّجفِ والكِلَلِ

    So I became like a languid maiden, whose resting place is

    on mattresses, behind the curtain and canopies.

  7. قد كِدتُ أعْفَنُ من طُولِ الثَّواء كما

    يُصدي المهنَّدَ طولُ المَكثِ في الخِلَلِ

    I have nearly rotted from lingering so long, just as

    a long stay in its sheath rusts an Indian blade.

  8. أروحُ بعد دُروعِ الحربِ في حُللٍ

    من الدَّبيقِي فبؤساً لي وللحُلَلِ

    After battle armor, I now go about in robes

    of Dabiqi cloth—woe to me and to these robes!

  9. وما الرَّفاهَةُ من رأبِي ولا أرَبى

    ولا التَّنعُّمُ من هَمِّي ولا شُغُلي

    Ease is neither my way nor my desire,

    nor is luxurious living my concern or my occupation.

  10. ولستُ أهْوى بلوغَ المجدِ في رَفَهٍ

    ولا العُلاَ دُونَ حَطِمْ البيضِ والأَسَلِ

    And I do not desire to attain glory in comfort,

    nor high honor without shattering gleaming swords and spears.