فإِن يَكُ أَنفي بانَ مِنهُ جَمالُهُ

فَما حَسَبي في الصالِحينَ بأَجدَعا

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.

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

نَواجِذُها يَمجُجنَ سُمّاً مُسَلَّعا

Nor has my soul adorned itself, since first appeared,

Its claws dripping poison barbed and bared.