Men sometimes come and question me
How many years my age may be,
Seeing my temples silver now
And flecks of snow upon my brow.

This is the answer that I give
"When I count up the life I live
Applying all my reason's power,
I make the total just one hour."

"And how", my questioner replies
In accents of amazed surprise,
"Mak'st thou this sum, which seems to me
Beyond all credibility?"

"One day", I answer," she I love
All other earthly things above
Lay in my arms, and like a thought
Her lips with mine I swiftly sought.

"And though the years before I die
Stretch out interminably, I
Shall only count my life in truth
As that brief hour of happy youth." -

Author: Abu Muhammad Ali ibn Hazm

Men sometimes come and question me<br />How many years my age may be,<br />Seeing my temples silver now<br />And flecks of snow upon my brow.<br /><br />This is the answer that I give<br />"When I count up the life I live<br />Applying all my reason's power,<br />I make the total just one hour."<br /><br />"And how", my questioner replies<br />In accents of amazed surprise,<br />"Mak'st thou this sum, which seems to me<br />Beyond all credibility?"<br /><br />"One day", I answer," she I love<br />All other earthly things above<br />Lay in my arms, and like a thought<br />Her lips with mine I swiftly sought.<br /><br />"And though the years before I die<br />Stretch out interminably, I<br />Shall only count my life in truth<br />As that brief hour of happy youth." - - Abu Muhammad Ali ibn Hazm

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