تَصُدُّ أُميمَةُ لَمّا رَأَت

مَشيباً عَلى عارِضي قَد فَرَش

Umaymah turns away when she sees

Gray hair streaking my temples,

فَقُلتُ لَها الشَيبُ نَقشُ الشَبابِ

فَقالَت أَلا لَيتَهُ ما نَقَش

I said to her, “Gray hair etches youth,”

She said, “If only it didn’t etch!”