أَيا مَن غَدا يُعنى بِحالِ خِضابِهِ

وَيَجمَعُ مِن أَخلاقِهِ كُلَّ مُظلِمِ

O you whose concerned with the dye of his beard

And collects darkness into his character

إِلَيكَ فَما تَحظى بِوَصلِ مَليحَةٍ

إِذا كُنتَ تَلقاها بِوَجهٍ مُسَخَّمِ

To you no beautiful companionship comes

If you meet it with a scowling face

وَهَبهُ أَتى مِنهُ شَبابٌ مُزَوَّرٌ

أَتَرضى شَباباً تَشتَريهِ بِدَرهَمِ

And the youth you took was false and borrowed

Can you be pleased with youth bought for a coin?