1. My eyes have sprouted in front of Umma's gray hair,
And she counted my head's gray hair among my sins,

2. And she said, "If only you would conceal the gray from me,
Then how much would concealment hide faults!"

3. So I said to her, "I value frank affection
And my sincerity over youthful locks."

4. "What is it to you, oh Umma, with the nights,
If the flaw of gray has extended?"

5. And the disguise of gray hair is nothing but
Like the disguise of love for the beloved.

6. So do not insist on it, for that is an ailment,
A shame that has strayed from the doctor's tricks.

7. And your gray is far away while it is coming,
Like the whiteness spreading on a nearby head.

8. So if you refuse, then get up and separate for me
Your share in it one day from my share.