أبحتُ أبا الحسين صميم ودي

فداعبني بألفاظٍ عِذابِ

I confided my sincere affection to Abu al-Husayn

But he tormented me with painful words

رأيتُ جلوسَه عندي كعرسٍ

فجُدت له بتمسيك الثيابِ

When I saw him sitting with me like a bridegroom

I was thrilled to cling to his clothes

وبغضي للمشيب أعد عندي

كُميتاً لونه لونُ الخضابِ

And my hatred of old age was renewed in me

For its color was the hue of henna

وإن كان التقزز منه فخراً

فلِمْ يُكنَى الوصيُّ أبا ترابِ

And if disdaining it is a matter of pride

Why was the Trustee nicknamed Father of Dust?