وَلّى زَمَنُ الصِبا وَلا زورَةَ طيف

فاِعتضتُ شَبيبَةً حَكَت مزنةَ صَيف

The days of youth are fled, no more its phantom trace

I clutched at youth and found but summer's long-lost face

ثُمَّ اِكتَهل النَبتُ لِصَيفٍ وَلّى

فالآن شتوتُ لا تَسَل حالُك كَيف

The sprout grew dense in summer, now it's in full ear

And so it's winter, ask no more how I now fare