1. يا مَن يُدَلِّسُ شَيبَهُ بِخِضابِهِ

    إِنَّ المُدَلِّسَ لا يَزالُ مُريبا

    O you who disguise your gray hair with your dye,

    Indeed, the deceiver never ceases to arouse suspicion.

  2. هَب يا سَمينَ الشَيبِ عادَ بَنَفسَجاً

    أَيَعودُ عُرجونُ القَوامِ قَضيبا

    Suppose, O you rich in gray hair, it has turned violet—

    Can a palm-stalk frame become a supple branch again?