عَجَباً لِفَودي بَعدَ فَقدِ شَبيبَتي

وَكَأَنَّ نورَ الشَيبِ فيهِ قَتامُ

Wonder at my cheeks after the loss of my youth

As if the light of old age in them is darkness

لَمّا نَضَت عَنهُ اللَيالي صِبغَها

خَلَعَت عَلَيهِ شَبابَها الأَيّامُ

When the nights uncovered it of their dye

The days cast on it their youth