طَرَفتُ عُيونَ الغانِياتِ وَرُبَّما

أَمَلنَ إِلَيَّ الطَرَفَ كُلَّ مَميلِ

I glanced at the eyes of singing girls, and perhaps

Every admirer glanced at me too.

وَما الشَيبُ إِلّا شَعرَةٌ غَيرَ أَنَّهُ

قَليلُ قَذاةِ العَينِ غَيرُ قَليلِ

Gray hair is but a single strand, yet it is

Little dust in the eye, though little.