بِماذا عَلى الشَيبِ أَدعو فَقَد

رَمانِيَ مِنهُ بِخَطبٍ جَسيم

With what shall I plead against grey hair, when

It has charged me with calamities so immense?

سَتَرتُ حَياتي بِلَيلِ الصِبا

فَأَظهَرَها لِلأَسى بِالنُجوم

I concealed my life in the night of youth,

But it revealed sorrows to me through the stars.