أَتَبكي بَعدَ شَيبٍ قَد عَلاكا

وَلا يَنهاكَ شَيبُكَ عَن بُكاكا

Still do you weep though age has silvered your hair,

Nor yet your hoariness keeps you back from your weeping.

فَهَلّا إِذ بَكَيتَ عَلى التَصابي

بَكَيتُ عَلى الصَبابَةِ في صِباكا

Why did you not weep over your youth when wasting away,

As I wept over my youth while yet in my prime?