وَا خجلةَ عاثِرٍ بِذَيلِ الكِبَرِ

قَد سَوَّدَ وَجهَه بَياضُ الشَعَرِ

Oh disgrace upon one who stumbled with pride in his old age

His face is darkened by the whiteness of his hair

لَو لَم يَكُ في خِفارَةِ الشيبِ أَتى

ما أَخفرتِ العُهودَ ذاتُ الخَفَرِ

Had it not been for the humility found in grey hairs

The promises of time would not have faded