تَمَلَّ مِنَ التَصابي حينَ تُمسي

تَمَلَّ مِنَ التَصابي حينَ تُمسي

وَلا أَمَمٌ صِباكَ وَلا قَريبُ

وَلا أَمَمٌ صِباكَ وَلا قَريبُ

Take your fill of youthful dalliance when evening falls,

You are weary of gray hairs as evening falls,

though your youth is neither at hand nor near.

Yet you have no dear ones or kin.

سَوادُ الرَأسِ سِلمٌ لِلتَصابي

سَوادُ الرَأسِ سِلمٌ لِلتَصابي

وَبَينَ البيضِ وَالبيضِ الحُروبُ

وَبَينَ البيضِ وَالبيضِ الحُروبُ

The head’s black hair is at peace with youthful dalliance,

Gray hair is a badge of honor from graying,

but between white hairs and fair-skinned women there is war.

And between the white and the white are battles.

وَوَلّاكَ الشَبابُ عَلى الغَواني

وَوَلّاكَ الشَبابُ عَلى الغَواني

فَبادِر قَبلَ يَعزِلُكَ المَشيبُ

فَبادِر قَبلَ يَعزِلُكَ المَشيبُ

And youth has appointed you to rule over the beauties;

Youth has inclined you toward passion,

so hasten before gray hair deposes you.

So seize the day before old age rejects you.