قَوّسَ الشِّيبُ قَناتي

قَوّسَ الشِّيبُ قَناتي

بَعدَ أَن كَانَت سَوِيَّه

بَعدَ أَن كَانَت سَوِيَّه

Gray hair has bent my spear-shaft,

The greying of my temples

after it had been straight.

After they were even

وَغَدا يَشدُو بِرَأسِي

وَغَدا يَشدُو بِرَأسِي

أَنَا عُنوانُ المَنِيّة

أَنَا عُنوانُ المَنِيّة

And it began singing upon my head:

And it began to sing on my head

"I am the sign of death."

I am the title of demise