1. بانَ الشَبابُ كَبَينِ الهالِكِ المُودي

    وَعَرَّدَ الجَهلُ عَنّي أَيَّ تَعريدِ

    Youth has departed like the passing of one dead and gone.

    And folly has fled from me—what a flight!

  2. بِعتُ الشَبابَ بِشَيبٍ بَيعَةً غَبَناً

    يا لَكَ بَيعاً حَراماً غَيرَ مَردودِ

    I sold youth for gray hair—a losing bargain.

    What a wrongful sale, never to be undone!

  3. إِنّي أُطالِبُهُ في الناسِ أَنشُدُهُ

    يا حَبَّذا مِن مُضَلٍّ غَيرَ مَوجودِ

    Indeed, I seek it among people, asking after it.

    Ah, how dear that lost thing, never to be found!

  4. أَما تَرى لِمَّتي شابَت وَزايَلَها

    نَفجُ الصِبا وَطِلابُ الفِتيَةِ الغيدِ

    Do you not see my hair has grayed, deserted by

    youth's swagger and the pursuit of graceful youths?

  5. فَقَد أَراها كَمِثلِ اللَيلِ فاحِمَةً

    وَحفاً غُدافِيَّةً مِثلَ العَناقيدِ

    For I once saw it coal-black as the night,

    thick and raven-black, like clusters of grapes.

  6. تَسبي الغَوانيَ ما تَنفَكُّ غانيَةٌ

    تَعطو إِلَيها بِضافٍ لَيِّنِ الجيدِ

    It captivated beauties; some beauty was always

    reaching toward it with a long, supple neck.