اِبيَضَّ مِنّي الرَأسُ بَعدَ سَوادِهِ

اِبيَضَّ مِنّي الرَأسُ بَعدَ سَوادِهِ

وَدعا المَشيبُ شَبيبَتي لِنَفادِ

وَدعا المَشيبُ شَبيبَتي لِنَفادِ

My head has turned white after its blackness,

My head turned white after once being black,

And gray hair has summoned my youth to its end.

Old age called on my youth until it faded.

وَاِستُحصِدَ القَومُ الَّذي أَنا مِنهُمُ

وَاِستُحصِدَ القَومُ الَّذي أَنا مِنهُمُ

وَكَفى بِذاكَ عَلامَةً لِحَصادي

وَكَفى بِذاكَ عَلامَةً لِحَصادي

And the people to whom I belong have been reaped,

My people, whom I belong to, were harvested,

And that is sign enough of my own reaping.

That was sign enough my harvest was ready.