تَأوبني همٌّ لِبَيضاء نابِتَة

تَأوبني همٌّ لِبَيضاء نابِتَة

لَها بَغضةٌ في مضمر القَلب ثابتة

لَها بَغضةٌ في مضمر القَلب ثابتة

Worry revisits me over a sprouting white hair.

A care torments me for a white girl growing

Hatred of it lies firmly in my heart’s hidden depths.

She has hatred in the depths of my heart fixed

وَمَن عَجَب أَني إِذا رُمتَ قَصَها

وَمَن عَجَب أَني إِذا رُمتَ قَصَها

قَصَصت سِواها وَهِيَ تَضحَك شامِتَة

قَصَصت سِواها وَهِيَ تَضحَك شامِتَة

And strangely, whenever I try to clip it,

And who would wonder that when you throw her story

I clip other hairs instead, while it laughs, gloating.

I throw another's while she laughs gloating