فإِن يَكُ أَنفي بانَ مِنهُ جَمالُهُ

فإِن يَكُ أَنفي بانَ مِنهُ جَمالُهُ

فَما حَسَبي في الصالِحينَ بأَجدَعا

فَما حَسَبي في الصالِحينَ بأَجدَعا

So if my nose has lost its beauty,

If my soul insists on parting from its beauty,

If it be that my nose has been parted from its beauty, yet my honor among the righteous is not mutilated.

my honor among the righteous is not maimed.

Then I have no worth among the righteous, eyeless.

Nor did my soul adorn helplessness for me, ever since the bared molars spat forth deadly poison.

وَما حسَّنَت نَفسي ليَ العَجزَ مُذ بَدَت

وَما حسَّنَت نَفسي ليَ العَجزَ مُذ بَدَت

نَواجِذُها يَمجُجنَ سُمّاً مُسَلَّعا

نَواجِذُها يَمجُجنَ سُمّاً مُسَلَّعا

Nor has my soul made weakness seem fair to me, since first appeared

Nor has my soul adorned itself, since first appeared,

its molars, spitting venom laced with bitter salaʿ.

Its claws dripping poison barbed and bared.