1. لاَ وَشَبَابِي وَلَذَاذَاتِهِ

    مَا الشَّيْبُ إلاَّ بَرَصُ الشَّعْرِ

    No, by my youth and its delights,

    Gray hair is nothing but vitiligo of the hair.

  2. لَيْلُ شَبَابِي شَانَهُ فَجْرُهُ

    يَا حُسْنُهُ كَانَ بِلاَ فَجْرِ

    The night of my youth was marred by its dawn.

    Oh, how lovely it was without a dawn!

  3. هُمَا لِبَاسَانِ فَمَنْ يُبْلَ ذَا

    يَرْدُدْ بِهِ عَارِيَةَ الدَّهْرِ

    They are two garments; whoever is given this one

    Returns with it Time's loan.

  4. والشَّيْبُ لاَ تُسْلِمُ أَثْوَابُهُ

    لاَبِسَهَا إِلاَّ إِلَى القَبْرِ

    And gray hair—its garments do not surrender

    Their wearer except to the grave.