1. عذيري من الأيَّامِ مَدَّتْ صروفُها

    إلى وجهِ من أهوى يَدَ النسخِ والمَحْوِ

    Who will defend me against the days, whose vicissitudes have stretched

    toward the face of the one I love the hand of alteration and erasure,

  2. وأبدتْ بوجهي طالعاتٍ أرى بها

    سهامَ أبي يَحْيى مسدَّدَةً نحوي

    and revealed upon my face emerging gray hairs, in which I see

    Abu Yahya’s arrows aimed at me?

  3. فذاكَ سوادُ الحظِّ ينهى عن الهوى

    وهذا بياضُ الوَخْطِ يأمرُ بالصحوِ

    Thus, that blackness of fortune forbids passion,

    and this whiteness of scattered gray hairs commands sobriety.