الشَيبُ كُرهٌ وَكُرهٌ أَن يُفارِقَني

أَعجِب بِشَيءِ عَلى البَغضاءِ مَودودُ

Gray hair is a nuisance but leaving me would be worse

I wonder at loving one I used to despise

يَمضي الشَبابُ وَقَد يَأتي لَهُ خَلَفٌ

وَالشَيبُ يَذهَبُ مَفقوداً بِمَفقودِ

Youth passes but another may follow on its heels

While gray hair goes never to return when it's lost