شَادِنٌ يَسْحَبُ أَذْيَالَ الطَّرَبْ

يَتَثَنَّى بَيْنَ لَهوٍ وَلَعِبْ

The reveler drags his train of rapture

Swaying between jest and play

بِجَبينٍ مُفْرغٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ

فَوْقَ خَدٍّ مُشْرَبٍ لَونَ الذَّهَبْ

With a smooth brow of purest silver

Above a cheek imbued with golden hue

كَتَبَ الدَّمْعُ بِخَدِّي عَهْدَهُ

لِلهوى وَالْشَّوْقُ يُمْلي مَا كتَبْ

My tears wrote their pact on my cheek

Passion dictates what was written

ما لجَهْلي ما أَرَاهُ ذاهِباً

وَسَوَادُ الرَّأس مِنّي قَدْ ذَهَبْ

Why, in my ignorance, do I see it leaving?

The blackness of my hair has left me

قَالَتِ الخنسَاءُ لمَّا جِئْتُها

شَابَ بعدي رَأسُ هَذا وَاشْتَهَبْ

Al-Khansa said when I came to her

The head of this youth grew gray after me