حِجابُكَ صَعبٌ يُجبَهُ الحُرُّ دونَهُ

وَقَلبي إِذا سيمَ المَذَلَّةَ أَصعَبُ

Your veil is hard, the free man struggles against it

And my heart, when branded with humiliation, struggles even more

وَما أَزعَجَتني نَحوَ بابِكَ حاجَةٌ

فَأُجشِمُ نَفسي رَجعَةً حينَ أُحجَبُ

No need has ever troubled me, to knock at your door

So I spare myself the shame of being turned away