وَلَقَد أَقولُ لِشَيبة أَبصَرتُها
في مَفرقي فَمَنَحتُها إِعراضي
Indeed, I say to a gray hair I caught sight of
Indeed I say to the gray hair I saw
in my parting, when I granted it my aversion:
In my temples, so I turned away from it
عَنّي إِليكَ فَلَستُ مُنتَهياً وَلَو
عُمّمنَ مِنكَ مفارقي بِبياضِ
Away from me! I shall not desist, even if
To you - though I am not done even if
my partings are turbaned by your whiteness.
It spreads all over me with whiteness
هَل لي سِوى عِشرينَ عاماً قَد مَضَت
مَع سِتّةٍ في إِثرِهِنَّ مواضِ
Have I lived but twenty years now gone,
Do I have anything but twenty years past
with six more following in their wake?
With six after them in succession
وَلَقَد نزلت برأس صابي القَلب في
مَيدان كُلّ غواية رَكّاضِ
You have alighted upon the head of one whose heart yearns,
And indeed I descended with an innocent heart
a tireless racer in every field of temptation.
In the field of every misleading temptation
وَلَقَلَّما أَرتاعَ مِنكِ وإِنّني
فيما هَوَيتُ وإِن وَزَعتِ لماضِ
Rarely indeed am I frightened by you; truly,
And it is seldom that I shy away from you
in whatever I desire, though you restrain me, I press on.
Though in what I desire - and if you move - I persist
فَعَليكَ ما آسطَعتِ الظُهور بِلمَّتي
وَعَليَّ أَن أَلقاكِ بالمِقراضِ
So show yourself in my locks as much as you can—
So upon you what you shone with taking my blames
and I shall meet you with the shears.
And upon me to face you with the shears
Sol 5.6