1. قَد شابَ رَأسي وَمِن نَبتِ الثَرى جَسَدي

    فَالنَبتُ آخِرُ ما يَعتو بِهِ الزَهَرُ

    My head has already turned gray, and my body is a growth of the soil.

    For a plant’s last proud display is its blossom.

  2. إِذا رَكِبتَ لِإِدراكِ العُلا سُفُناً

    فَالبَحرُ يَحمِلُ ما لا يَحمِلُ النَهَرُ

    When you board ships to attain the heights,

    then the sea carries what the river cannot carry.