1. إِذا ما أَسَنَّ الشَيخُ أَقصاهُ أَهلُهُ

    وَجارَ عَلَيهِا لنَجلُ وَالعَبدُ وَالعِرسُ

    When the old man advances in age, his family casts him out,

    and son, slave, and wife treat him unjustly.

  2. وَصارَ كَبِنتِ المومِ تَسهَرُ في الدَُجى

    بُكاهُ لَهُ طَبعٌ وَلِمَّتُهُ بِرسُ

    He becomes like wax's daughter, keeping vigil in the dark;

    weeping comes naturally to him, and his locks are cotton.

  3. وَأَكثَرَ قَولاً وَالصَوابُ لِمِثلِهِ

    عَلى فَضلِهِ أَن لا يُحَسُّ لَهُ جَرَسُ

    He speaks at length, though what befits one like him,

    despite his merit, is that no sound of his be heard.

  4. يُسَبِّحُ كَيما يَغفِرُ اللَهُ ذَنبَهُ

    رُوَيدَكَ في عَهدِ الصِبا مُلِىءَ الطِرسُ

    He glorifies God so that God may forgive his sin.

    Not so fast: in the days of youth, the parchment was filled.

  5. وَقَد كانَ مِنَ فُرسانِ حَربٍ وَغارَةٍ

    فَلَم يُغنِ عَنهُ السَيفُ وَالرُمحُ وَالتِرسُ

    He had been among the horsemen of battle and raid,

    yet sword, spear, and shield availed him nothing.

  6. وَأَصبَحَ عِندَ الغانِياتِ مُبَغَّضاً

    كَأَنَّ خَزُّهُ خِزيٌ وَعَنبَرُهُ كِرسُ

    He has become detested by beautiful women,

    as though his silk were shame and his ambergris dung.

  7. عَجِبتُ لِقَبرٍ فيهِ ضيقٌ تَزاحَمَت

    عَلى الكَونِ فيهِ العُربُ وَالرومُ وَالفُرسُ

    I marvel at a cramped grave: they have jostled

    to dwell within it—Arabs, Romans, and Persians.

  8. مَتّى يَأكُلِ الجُثمانَ يَسكُنهُ غَيرُه

    يَدَ الدَهرِ حَرَساً جاءَ مِن بَعدِهِ حَرسُ

    Whenever it consumes a body, another inhabits it,

    for all time, one age followed by another.

  9. وَكَم دَرَسَت هَذي البَسيطَةُ عالَماً

    وَعالَمُ جيلٍ مِن عَوائِدِهِ الدَرسُ

    How many a world of people has this earth effaced!

    And a generation's world is wont to pass away.

  10. لَقَد فَرَسَت تِلكَ الأُسودُ طَوائِفاً

    أَنيساً وَوَحشاً ثُمَّ أَدرَكَها الفَرسُ

    Indeed, those lions slew many bands—

    humans and wild beasts—then slaughter overtook them.

  11. وَما بَرِحَ الإِنسانُ في البُؤسِ مُذ جَرَت

    بِهِ الرَوحُ لا مُذ زالَ عَن رَأسِهِ الغِرسُ

    Man has never been free of misery, since there flowed

    through him the spirit—not since the birth-membrane left his head.

  12. فَلا تَعذُلينا كُلُّنا اِبنُ لَئيمَةٍ

    وَهَل تَعذُبُ الأَثمارُ إِن لُؤمَ الغَرسُ

    So do not reproach us: each of us is a base woman's son.

    And can fruits be sweet if the stock is base?

  13. طَفَونا وَنَرسو الآنَ لا سُرَّ أَسوَدي

    بِمِلكِ البَرايا ما العِراقُ وَما النَرسُ

    We floated; now we anchor. May my heart's dark core find no joy

    in dominion over mankind—what are Iraq and Nars?

  14. فَإِنّي أَرى الكافورَ وَالطيبَ كُلَّهُ

    يَزولُ بِمَوتٍ جاءَ في يَدِهِ وَرسُ

    For I see camphor and every perfume

    vanish through death, which comes with yellow dye in its hand.

  15. مَضى الناسُ إِلّا أَنَّنا في صُبابَةٍ

    كَآخَرِ ما تُبقي الحِياضُ أَو الخَرسُ

    People have passed away; we remain only as a little remnant,

    like the last drops left by basins or jars.

  16. وَلَم يَسمَعوا قَولاً أَمِن صَمَمٍ بِهِم

    وَلَم يَفهَموا رَجعاً كَأَنَّهُمُ خُرسُ

    They heard no speech—is it because of deafness in them?

    And they understood no reply, as though they were mute.