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When gray hairs descended on my head, traced lines,

لما نزل الشيب برأسي وخطا

1. When gray hairs descended on my head, traced lines,
And life with youth receded, traced its course,

١. لمّا نَزَلَ الشَّيْبُ بِرَأْسِي وَخَطَا
والعُمْرُ معَ الشَبَابْ ولّى وخَطَا

2. I took to heart the lesson Samarqand taught
And ceased distinguishing right conduct from wrong.

٢. أصبحتُ بسُمْرِ سمرقندٍ و خَطا
لا أُفَرّقُ ما بَيْنَ صَوَابٍ وخَطَا