مِن شيبيَ لَو عُدتُ لقىً مَطروحا

مِن شيبيَ لَو عُدتُ لقىً مَطروحا

لَم أُنسِ هَواك قَلبيَ المَجروحا

لَم أُنسِ هَواك قَلبيَ المَجروحا

If, because of my gray hair, I became a discarded thing, cast aside,

Though my hair turned gray, if I returned to find you cast down,

I would not make my wounded heart forget my love for you.

I would not forget your love, my wounded heart.

يعرونيَ عَنك مِن مشيبي مَلَلٌ

يعرونيَ عَنك مِن مشيبي مَلَلٌ

لَو أَنَّ أَخا المَشيب مَلَّ الروحا

لَو أَنَّ أَخا المَشيب مَلَّ الروحا

Weariness of you would overtake me because of my graying,

My gray hair wearies me of you,

if a gray-haired man grew weary of life.

If only the companion of gray hair would weary the soul.