1. O possessor of grace without price
Other than sailing and beauty from it

2. Indeed, what the slanderers spread
They did not believe it, nor did it happen

3. And you deserted me, so I dismissed relying
On my eyelids the pleasure of intimacy

4. So ugly is your injustice in it, it blames me
And good is injustice from you that excuses me

5. And who do I blame, when my vision
This is its crime against my body

6. It is an ordeal, if not for vanity in it
It would have brought harm to all ordeals

7. And if I had a heart that obeys me
I would despair of one who does not have mercy on me

8. So I cut off hope of his fairness
And I shook off my necklaces from his aid