قُلْتُ لقلبي وقد صبا كلفاً

بأَمْرد أَكان أَصل محْنَتهِ

I said to my heart, burdened with sorrow,

“What was the origin of his affliction?”

إِلى متى قال لي مغالطةً

ميعادُ صبْري طلوعُ لحيته

It answered me deceitfully,

“The time of my patience is the sprouting of his beard.”