قَد أَنكَرَت مَشيباً

قَد أَنكَرَت مَشيباً

عَمرَ رَأسي وَاِستَعَر

عَمرَ رَأسي وَاِستَعَر

She has disapproved of the gray hair

My head has denied its grayness

that has filled my head and flared up.

And borrowed youthfulness

يا هِندُ ما شابَ قَلبي

يا هِندُ ما شابَ قَلبي

وَإِنَّما شابَ الشَعَر

وَإِنَّما شابَ الشَعَر

O Hind, my heart has not turned gray;

O Hind, my heart has not grown younger

but only my hair has turned gray.

It is just my hair that has darkened