1. إِذا ما الأَمرَدُ المَصقولُ جاءَت

    عَوارِضُهُ فَنَقصٌ في اِزدِيادِ

    When to the smooth-faced, beardless youth come

    his side-whiskers—a loss amid increase—

  2. يَموتُ المَوتَةَ الأُولى فَتُمسي

    عَلى خَدَّيهِ أَثوابُ الحِدادِ

    he dies his first death, and there come to be

    upon his cheeks the robes of mourning.

  3. وَهَل يَستَحسِنُ الإِنسانُ رَوضاً

    إِذا ما حَلَّهُ شَوكُ القَتادِ

    And does anyone find a garden fair

    when the thorns of qatād have settled in it?