آذَنَتكَ الشعَراتُ ال
بيض بِالخَطب الجَليل
The hairs have made you expect—the
white ones—the momentous calamity.
لَم تَدَع في النَّفس شَكّا
لك في وَشك الرَّحيل
They have left no doubt within the soul
that you are on the verge of departure.
يوشك المُرسِل أَن
تَأتِيَ من بَعد الرَّسول
The Sender is about to
have you come to Him after the messenger.
Sol 5.6