1. The sun never rose, yet how it tarnished
The cheek's page like a polished sword.

2. How often, how often did it repel
In the valley of Al-Kara the specter of a friend who came to me from a beloved.

3. It deprived me of the stars of nightfall,
And of a garden therein with shaded shade.

4. It lies in the covenant and its proof
Is that a mirage of the desert comes from it smooth.

5. And it reckons the river a sword that then
Becomes tired and describes therein the heart of the miserable.

6. If the eyelid tarnishes, its burnishing
Is only to adorn with a beautiful love.

7. And when an observer sees it,
It is the iron of an eyelid from which chains fell.

8. O lump of the anxious, O skin of the
Afflicted, O moan of slender youth.

9. O sore of the east at noon
And weapon of the west at nightfall.

10. You are an old woman, why did you adorn yourself for me
And from you drips saliva that flows?

11. You are coupled with Satan,
So how can you guide us to the right path?