حَنَى الشَّيْبُ عُودِي فَاسْتَقَامَتْ رَوِيَّتِي

وَلَوْلا انْحِنَاءُ الْقَوْسِ مَا صَرَّدَ السَّهْمُ

Old age bent my stick so my throw went straight

And had the bow not bent, the arrow would not have hit