لَقَد عَجِبَت سَلمى وَذاكَ عَجيبُ
رَأَت بِيَ شَيباً عَجَّلَتهُ خُطوبُ
Salma marveled—and that itself is marvelous:
She saw gray hair in me, hastened by calamities.
وَما شَيَّبَتني كِبرَةٌ غَيرَ أَنَّني
بِدَهرٍ بِهِ رَأسُ الفَطيمِ يَشيبُ
It was not old age that turned me gray; it is only that I am
in an age when even a newly weaned child’s head turns gray.
Sol 5.6