أَصْبَحَ نَحْساً وكانَ سَعْدا

مَنْ كانَ مَوْلىً فصارَ عَبْدَا

He who was once fortune's darling

Is now left a hapless thrall

بَكَى على حُسْنِهِ زَماناً

لَمّا رَأى الشَّعْرَ قَدْ تَبَدَّى

He weeps the beauty of bygone days

Seeing his hair turned white overall

لَوْ نَبَتَ الشَّعْرُ في وِصالٍ

لعادَ ذاكَ الوِصَالُ صَدّا

If my locks were still black in union

Then that union would yet recall