وَجَدتُ سَوادَ الرَأسِ تَقلُبُ لَونَهُ

مِنَ الدَهرِ بيضٌ يَختَلِفنَ وَجونُ

I found the blackness of my head changing its color

From time, a whiteness that differs in hue

فَلا يَغتَرِر بِالمُلكِ صاحِبُ دَولَةٍ

فَكَم مِن ضِياءٍ غَيَّبَتهُ دُجونُ

So let not the owner of a state be deceived by kingship

For how much brightness has night obscured

وَإِنّي أَرى أَنصارَ إِبليسَ جَمَّةً

وَلا مِثلَ ما أَوفى لَهُ الزَرَجونُ

And I see the supporters of Iblis abundantly

And none like what lightnings have fulfilled for him

فَإِن كانَتِ الأَرواحُ بَعدَ فِراقِها

تَنالُ رَخاءً فَالجُسومُ سُجونُ

So if after their parting, souls find

Comfort, then bodies are prisons

وَماءُ الصِبا إِن طالَ في الشَخصِ مُكثُهُ

أَضَرَّ بِهِ بَعدَ الصَفاءِ أُجونُ

And the water of youth, if its stay prolongs in a person

Harms him after purity, turbidity