سَحَبَ الشَّيبُ بِفودي ذَيلَهُ

وَتَجافَتْ عَنهُ رَبَّاتُ الكِلَلْ

Gray hair dragged its tail across my temples,

And the maidens with braided tresses deserted me.

وَلَقَد كانَ خِصاصُ الخِدرِ بي

يَسأَلُ البيضَ رِقاعاً مِن مُقَلْ

Many times my proud fortress asked

White banners for protection against fate.

فَطَوى بُردَ شَبابي زَمَنٌ

بَزَّ عودي ماءَهُ حَتىّ ذَبَلْ

The time of my youth has been folded away

By a torrent that snapped my wood until it withered.

واِشتِعالُ الهَمِّ في قَلبي عَلا

بِقِناعِ الشَيبِ رأسي فاِشتَعَلْ

As the flames of care grew more intense in my heart,

My gray hair blazed out from under its disguise.