الشَيبُ أَسكَنَ قَلبي غايَةَ الكَمَدِ

الشَيبُ أَسكَنَ قَلبي غايَةَ الكَمَدِ

وَمَدَّ عَيني إِلى الشِبّانِ بِالحَسَدِ

وَمَدَّ عَيني إِلى الشِبّانِ بِالحَسَدِ

Gray hair has lodged the deepest grief in my heart,

Old age made my heart extremely dull

And drawn my gaze toward young men with envy.

And caused me to envy the youth out of jealousy

يَكفيهِمُ أَنَّ ذاكَ الشَيبُ حينَ تَدا

يَكفيهِمُ أَنَّ ذاكَ الشَيبُ حينَ تَدا

رَضيتُ أَنّي لِحَتفي خافِرٌ بِيَدي

رَضيتُ أَنّي لِحَتفي خافِرٌ بِيَدي

It is enough for them that that gray hair, when [unclear word]...

It is enough that when that gray hair came

I accepted that, by my own hand, I am a guardian of my death.

I was content to be its guard with my hand