قَد طالَ قَرنُكَ يا أَخي

قَد طالَ قَرنُكَ يا أَخي

فَكَأَنَّهُ شِعرُ الكُمَيتِ

فَكَأَنَّهُ شِعرُ الكُمَيتِ

Indeed, your horn has grown long, my brother;

Your time has been long, my brother,

so it is as though it were al-Kumayt’s poetry.

As if it were the hair of a wise elder.