1. For you, my wretched face, is my satire
In my mornings, evenings, and at my dinner

2. You, O museum of blemishes and tombs
Have rid yourself of the traits of splendor

3. With premeditated intent, my Lord molded you
A curse in the eyes of the living

4. My life is enough suffering from your bad nature
Misery and affliction, stacked with affliction

5. Whenever I meet a girl
She slaps me with a nasty look

6. If she probed the truths, she would be fascinated
With my love and enchanted by my company

7. And saw me a soul of sweet disposition
And a heart gathered from purity

8. But eyes are like people, they are not attracted
Except by glitter and paint

9. And the eyes of the ignorant are bedazzled by the façade while
The eyes of the wise can see the heart

10. So excuse me if I lambast you, my face
For you are still the model of candor

11. If you frown, then life is gloom
Or if you beam, it is a wellspring of serenity

12. And enough for me that I live with one face
In ease and adversity

13. And let others of mankind
Spread on earth the way of squabblers

14. The way of those who attack every honor
And those who compete in ostentation

15. Pardon me, my ugly face, apologizing
For my satire is the making of poets

16. My habit is not to compliment except others
And it is forbidden for my mouth to compliment myself

17. Live obscurely, for it excuses you, and the glory of the innocent is to veil obscurity
Let not the beauty people attribute to you delude you, for it is pure illusion

18. How many an ugly person has attained loveability through noble manners
And become inclined to the chaste