مَن يَخضُبُ الشَعَراتِ يُحسَبُ ظالِماً

وَيُعَدُّ أَخرَقَ كَالظَليمِ الخاضِبِ

He who dyes his gray hairs is deemed unjust

And is counted as ragged as a dark dye

وَالشَيبُ في لَونِ الحُسامِ فَلا تَدَع

جَسَدَ النَجيعِ عَلى الحُسامِ القاضِبِ

And grayness in the color of swords, do not leave

The body of the warrior on the cutting sword

عُمري غَديرٌ كُلُّ أَنفاسي بِهِ

جُرَعٌ تُغادِرُهُ كَأَمسِ الناضِبِ

My life is a pool, all my breaths in it

Are draughts that leave it as yesterday's rain pool