تَوَلّى العُمرُ وَاِنقَطَعَ العِتابُ

وَلاحَ الشَيبُ وَاِفتُضِحَ الخِضابُ

Life has passed and reproach has ceased

Gray hair has appeared and the dye is fading

لَقَد أَبغَضتُ نَفسي في مَشيبي

فَكَيفَ تُحِبُّني الخَودُ الكِعابُ

I have truly hated myself in my old age

So how can the plump-cheeked one love me