1. إِلامَ تَجُرُّ أَذيالَ التَصابي

    وَشَيبُكَ قَد نَعى بُردَ الشَبابِ

    How long will you drag the hems of feigned youth,

    when your gray hair has already announced the death of youth's mantle?

  2. بِلالُ الشَيبُ في فَودَيكَ نادى

    بِأَعلى الصَوتِ حَيَّ عَلى الذَهابِ

    The Bilal of gray hair has called out at your temples,

    at the top of his voice: 'Hasten to depart!'