مالي وشيبي قد أغار بلمّتي
أبدي الغرام وللمحبة أكتبُ
What have I to do with gray hair, now it has swept through my locks?
I reveal my passion, and for love I write.
ياسيدي لولا الشعور يؤزني
لتركت حرفي في الحشا يتقلّبُ
My lord—were feeling not to spur me on,
I would leave my verse tossing within my breast.
Sol 5.6