بِماذا عَلى الشَيبِ أَدعو فَقَد

بِماذا عَلى الشَيبِ أَدعو فَقَد

رَمانِيَ مِنهُ بِخَطبٍ جَسيم

رَمانِيَ مِنهُ بِخَطبٍ جَسيم

What curse shall I call down on gray hair? For it has

With what shall I plead against grey hair, when

struck me with a grievous calamity of its own.

It has charged me with calamities so immense?

سَتَرتُ حَياتي بِلَيلِ الصِبا

سَتَرتُ حَياتي بِلَيلِ الصِبا

فَأَظهَرَها لِلأَسى بِالنُجوم

فَأَظهَرَها لِلأَسى بِالنُجوم

I veiled my life in the night of youth,

I concealed my life in the night of youth,

but it revealed it to sorrow with the stars.

But it revealed sorrows to me through the stars.