يا صاح إِنَّ جَمال المَرء لَيسَ سِوى
كَماله وَبَقايا الحُسن مِن تُحفِه
O companion, verily a man's beauty is naught but
His perfection, and the remnants of charm his endowments yet bear.
مَن يَزرَع العُمر في أَرض الجَهالة لا
يَجني سِوى الهَمّ وَالأَحزان مِن أَسفِه
He who sows his life in the soil of ignorance shall reap
Naught but grief and sorrows from his remorse.
