رَصَّعَ الشَيبُ لِمَّتي يا خَليلي

بِنجومٍ طُلوعِهِنَّ أُفولي

Gray hair has studded my locks, my friend,

with stars whose rising marks my setting.

كانَ شَعري كَمُقلَتَيكَ فَأَضحى

كَثَناياكَ حَبَّذا مِن بَديلِ

My hair was once like your two eyes; now it has become

like your front teeth—what a delightful exchange!