طَويتَ عُوارَ الشَيبِ مِن فرطِ قُبحِه

بِأَقبَحَ مِنهُ فَاِفتُضِحتَ وَما اِنطَوى

You concealed the ugliness of old age

With something uglier still, and so stood exposed;

وَأَصبَحتَ مُرتاداً لِنَفسِكَ ضَلَّةً

وَقَبلَكَ ما أَعيا الفَلاسِفَةَ الأُلى

You strayed into self-delusion,

Baffling the subtlest philosophers before you.