قَد أَبى لي خِضابَ شَيبي فُؤاد

فِيه وَجدٌ بِكَتمِ سِرّي وَلُوعُ

My henna'd locks refused to hide my heart's grief

In them sorrow was found from my secret's concealment

خافَ أَن يُحدِثَ الخِضابُ نُصُولاً

وَنُصولُ الخِضابِ سرٌّ يَذيعُ

It feared henna would cause curls to appear

And the curls of henna would spread my secret