أَرى الأَعيادَ تَترُكُني وَتَمضي

وَأَوشّكَ أَنَّها تَبقى وَأَمضي

I see the holidays leave me and pass

And soon they will stay and I will pass

عَلامَةُ ذاكَ شَيبٌ قَد عَلاني

وَضَعفٌ عِندَ إِبرامي وَنَقضي

A sign of that is gray hair that has appeared to me

And weakness when I conclude and fulfill

وَما كَذَّبَ الَّذي قَد قالَ قَبلي

إِذا ما مَرَّ يَومٌ مَرَّ بَعضي

And he who had said before me was not lying

If a day has passed, part of me passed

أَرى الأَيامَ قّد خَتَمَت كِتابي

وَأَحسَبُها سَتُعقِبُهُ بِفضّي

I see the days have sealed my book

And I reckon they will follow it with my demise