1. يقولون جارَ عليك المشيبُ

    ومَن ذا يُجيرُ إِذا الشيبُ جَارَا

    They say gray hair has wronged you.

    And who can give refuge when gray hair oppresses?

  2. وما كنتُ مغتبطاً بالشّبابِ

    وهل كان إلاّ رِداءً مُعارَا

    And I was never delighted with youth;

    And was it anything but a borrowed cloak?

  3. ولكنَّني ساءَني فَقدُهُ

    فواهاً له أيَّ همٍّ أثَارَا

    But its loss grieved me;

    Alas for it—what anguish it stirred!

  4. وما سَاءَني أن أحالَ الزّمانُ

    لَيلي نهاراً وجَهلي وقَارَا

    Nor did it grieve me that time turned

    My night into day and my folly into dignity.

  5. ولكن يقولُون عَصرُ الشّبابِ

    يكونُ لكلِّ سرورٍ قَرارَا

    But they say the time of youth

    Is a dwelling place for every joy.

  6. وما زلتُ مُنذ تردّيتُهُ

    كخَابِط ليلٍ أُعانِي العثَارَا

    And ever since I donned it, I have been

    Like one groping through the night, beset by stumbles.

  7. أكابِدُ دهراً يُشيب الوليدَ

    وهمّا يَشُبُّ بأحشايَ ناَرَا

    I struggle with an age that turns an infant gray,

    And anguish that kindles a fire in my entrails.

  8. فوجْديَ أنِّيَ فارَقتُه

    ولم أَبْلُ ما يزعُمونَ اختِبَارَا

    So my sorrow is that I parted from it

    And never put what they claim to the test.