1. أخي رأيت الشيب موتاً وإن بكى

    له منبت حي ففي إثره يقفو

    My brother, I have seen gray hair as death, though tears are shed

    For it by a living root, which follows in its wake.

  2. إذا شاب شعر صح مذ شاب موته

    وإن قصارى ما بقي بعده يقفو

    When hair turns gray, its death is certain from the moment it grays.

    And the ultimate fate of what remains is to follow after it.

  3. ألا إن موت الشعر نصفٌ وما بقي

    وما ولي من القوة الضعف

    Take heed: the death of hair is half; and what remains

    And what follows strength is weakness.

  4. إذا مات نصف المرء والنصف بعده

    لعمر أبي لم يبق من نصفه النصف

    When half a man has died, and the other half follows it,

    By my father's life, not even half of his half remains.

  5. وهل عاش نصف بعد علم علمته

    وإن عاش هل عيش على عقبه يصفو

    And has a half lived on, after the knowledge I have gained?

    And if it lives, can life in its wake be unclouded?

  6. حقيق على نفسي أنعى لأنه

    تجمع عندي كل ما كان بي يحفو

    It is fitting that I mourn my own soul, for

    All that once showed me kindness has gathered around me.

  7. وقد أسأرت عندي الليالي بقيةً

    مواعظ لي منها ومني لها صنف

    And the nights have left me a remnant:

    Lessons from them for me, and a kind of lesson from me for them.

  8. إذا مات نسلي والذي هو ناسلي

    وتربي فإني حرف عطفٍ بهم عطف

    When my offspring dies, and he who begot me,

    And my peer, then I am a conjunction joined to them.

  9. وهل نافع اسمٍ إذا من أخيره

    وأوله من كل فعلٍ مضى حرف

    And is a noun of any use, when from its end

    And its beginning, a letter from every verb has gone?

  10. إذا الحرف كان والد المرء وابنه

    وأترابه فالعيش في من بقى حتف

    When the letter is a man's father and his son,

    And his peers, then life for whoever remains is death.

  11. ألا إن دنيانا يداول كفها

    علينا كؤوساً كلها بيننا وكف

    Take heed: the hand of our world passes round

    Cups to us, all of them affliction among us.

  12. وما هي إلا روضةٌ حلها الحيا

    ومنيتها إلا الشقائق والسهف

    And it is only a garden upon which rain has alighted,

    And its doom is only poppies and parching thirst.

  13. فيا لهف نفسي ما أقاسي من الأذى

    لديها مدى ما عشت لو نفعت لهف

    So, alas for my soul—what harm I endure

    In its presence, for as long as I live—if only anguish availed!