سُرِرتَ بِلَيلٍ كَالحِدَادِ لَبِستَهُ

وَسَاءَكَ صُبحٌ كَالرِّدَاءِ المُصَبَّغِ

You delighted in a night like one in mourning dressed in it

And your morning was miserable like a dyed cloak

وَمَا ذَاكَ إلاَّ للِشَّبَابِ وَحُبِّهِ

وَكُرهِ مَشِيبٍ نَاصِلٍ وَمُصَمَّغِ

That is none other than for youth and its love

And hatred of departing gray hairs tarred