ألبستُ شَعريَ إذْ مضى

عني الصّبا لونَ الكفنْ

I dressed my hair in mourning when

My youth passed, taking on the hue of shrouds.

والناسُ منْ عاداتِهم

لُبْسُ السوادِ على الحزنْ

And people by their customs don

The black of grief for sorrows and of clouds.