Abul-Ala al-Maarri. (№ 217586)

I'm tired of my age, I age tired.
Experience eyes I see my destiny.
When my time comes, I itself from his shoulders
Gray head will carry the Indian sword.
Life camel riding; we ride,
While the thief, death doesn't hide us in the ground.
Al-mutakalim like this world
In the Wake of him alone, and ser.
Run, having lost the purpose! Children of Adam link
Backhand bran, live, medinas!
Fight Il reconciled as they want. Each war
And peaceful life the other truly equal.