إِن تَرَيني أَقصَرتُ عَن تَبعِ الغيـ

إِن تَرَيني أَقصَرتُ عَن تَبعِ الغيـ

ـيِ وَلاحَت شَيباً مَفارِقُ راسِي

ـيِ وَلاحَت شَيباً مَفارِقُ راسِي

If you see that I have ceased pursuing waywardness,

If you see me fall short of pursuing glory,

and the partings of my hair have gleamed gray,

And grey hair appears, leaving my head,

فَبِما قَد سَمَوتُ مُستَبطِنَ السَيـ

فَبِما قَد سَمَوتُ مُستَبطِنَ السَيـ

ـفِ هُدوءاً في مُشرِفٍ ذي أواسِ

ـفِ هُدوءاً في مُشرِفٍ ذي أواسِ

yet often have I ascended, a sword concealed against my belly,

Then know that I have aspired to the heights,

in the still of night, within a lofty dwelling with pillars.

Finding peace on a lofty, tranquil summit.