1. إِن تَرَيني أَقصَرتُ عَن تَبعِ الغيـ

    ـيِ وَلاحَت شَيباً مَفارِقُ راسِي

    If you see that I have ceased pursuing waywardness,

    and the partings of my hair have gleamed gray,

  2. فَبِما قَد سَمَوتُ مُستَبطِنَ السَيـ

    ـفِ هُدوءاً في مُشرِفٍ ذي أواسِ

    yet often have I ascended, a sword concealed against my belly,

    in the still of night, within a lofty dwelling with pillars.