مَا ذَاكَ فِي الرَّأسِ بِشَيْبٍ يُرَى

ذَاكَ ابْتِسَامٌ مِنْ مُضِيءٍ الْحِجَى

That which is seen as gray in the head

Is but a smile from the brilliant cheeks

كَمْ فِي جِهَاتِ الْقُطْبِ مِنْ مَوْضِعٍ

يُرَى بِهِ الْفَجْرُ أَوانَ الدُّجَى

How many places are there at the pole

Where dawn is seen amid the gloom