بَاتَ رَفِيقِي بِهَمِّ شَخْتٍ

بَاتَ رَفِيقِي بِهَمِّ شَخْتٍ

بِشَيْبَةٍ عَافَهَا الْعِيَانْ

بِشَيْبَةٍ عَافَهَا الْعِيَانْ

My companion spent the night with a slight worry,

Over a gray hair that sight found repulsive.

وَقُلْتُ مَا هَذِهِ الْبَوَادِي

وَقُلْتُ مَا هَذِهِ الْبَوَادِي

فَقَالَ لِي شِخْتَ يَافُلاَنْ

فَقَالَ لِي شِخْتَ يَافُلاَنْ

And I said, “What are these emerging signs?”

So he said to me, “You have grown old, so-and-so.”