1. I have kept only the English translation of the Arabic poem you provided:
Daughter of Rome in the highest mansions

2. I saluted your love though my wounds gaped
You turned from the Arab in crass ignorance

3. Nor bowed to the clear truth though it called
That was because your race is not my race

4. And one's pride is in pure lineage
I will now doff a robe you clothed me in