يا صاحِبي قَد كَفاكَ الدَهرُ تَفنيدي
جَزَعتَ مِن لَحَظاتِ الكاعِبِ الرَودِ
O my friend, Time has done enough to censure me in your stead;
you recoiled from the glances of the full-breasted, graceful maiden.
وَأَرسَلَ الشَيبُ في رَأسي وَمَفرِقِهِ
بُزاتَهُ البيضَ في غِربانِهِ السودِ
Gray hair has loosed across my head and its parting
its white falcons among its black ravens.
Sol 5.6