أَتَبكي بَعدَ شَيبٍ قَد عَلاكا

أَتَبكي بَعدَ شَيبٍ قَد عَلاكا

وَلا يَنهاكَ شَيبُكَ عَن بُكاكا

وَلا يَنهاكَ شَيبُكَ عَن بُكاكا

Do you weep after gray hair has already overtaken you?

Still do you weep though age has silvered your hair,

And does your gray hair not restrain you from weeping?

Nor yet your hoariness keeps you back from your weeping.

فَهَلّا إِذ بَكَيتَ عَلى التَصابي

فَهَلّا إِذ بَكَيتَ عَلى التَصابي

بَكَيتُ عَلى الصَبابَةِ في صِباكا

بَكَيتُ عَلى الصَبابَةِ في صِباكا

Then why, when you wept over feigning youth,

Why did you not weep over your youth when wasting away,

did I not weep over ardent longing in your youth?

As I wept over my youth while yet in my prime?