1. إلى ضوء نار الهم يعشو فيهتدي

    مشيبي في ليل الشباب لمفرقي

    Toward the light of sorrow's fire it gropes and finds its way—

    My gray hair, in youth's night, to the parting of my hair.

  2. وما يبتغي غير الشبيبة من قرى

    ولست ضنيناً بالشبيبة لو بقي

    And it seeks no guest's fare but youth,

    And I would not begrudge it youth, if it would stay.

  3. وقالوا وفي قلت اغدر صاحب

    ولم يجتمع الا لوشك التفرق

    And they said, 'Loyal.' I said, 'The most treacherous companion.'

    And it joined me only for an imminent parting.