1. The people's time said in its prime,
And its Lord guided you, hither or thither,

2. How many a fair one, O fair one,
Left her spouse, O which fair one,

3. She was like the sun in its niche,
Then was hidden from him, so he gloomed,

4. A woman bears no knowledge that beauty
In her mirror will gloom,

5. If she becomes clouded or mule-like to destiny,
It looms o’er her secrets, it gloomed,

6. She was graced by a guardian sublime,
Who made the earth her tomb, sublime.