تُعَيِّرني بِالشَيبِ هِندٌ وَلَو دَرَت

بِفَضلِ مَشيبي زالَ عَن قَلبِها الجَهلُ

You mock me for my grey hair, Hind, but if only you knew -

Through the merit of my grey hair, ignorance has left her heart.

وَما المَرءُ إِلا دَوحَةٌ ذاتُ رَونَقٍ

إِذا أَزهَرَت بِالشَيبِ فَالثَمَرُ العَقلُ

A man is but a beautifully adorned panel,

When blossomed with grey hair, the fruit is wisdom.