خضبَّتني الأيام لون بياضٍ

وخضَاب الأيام ليس بناضي

The days have dyed me the color of whiteness,

yet the dye of days does not last.

وتخطتني المنون إلى شعري

فأضحى مكفناً ببياض

Death has threaded into my hair,

so it has become a shroud in whiteness.

ولعمري إنِّي لغير لبيبٍ

في قتال الأيام بالمقراض

By my life, I am no fool,

battling days with a scraper.