وَقَبَّلتُ تُرباً ما سَمِعتُ وَلا الوَرى

وَقَبَّلتُ تُرباً ما سَمِعتُ وَلا الوَرى

بِتُربٍ سِواهُ قَد سَمِعنا بِوِردِهِ

بِتُربٍ سِواهُ قَد سَمِعنا بِوِردِهِ

And I kissed soil; neither I nor humankind have heard

Of any soil besides it whose watering-place we have heard of.

وَلَولا وَقارُ الشَيبِ كُنّا بِأَمرِهِ

وَلَولا وَقارُ الشَيبِ كُنّا بِأَمرِهِ

حَكَمنا عَلى عَصرِ الشَبابِ بِرَدِّهِ

حَكَمنا عَلى عَصرِ الشَبابِ بِرَدِّهِ

And were it not for the dignity of gray hair, we would, at its bidding,

Have decreed that the season of youth be restored.