غشت خميرة يوم العرس حاجبها

بريقها وأتتني وهي مختضبه

On their wedding day she lowered her eyelids

Their glint as she came to me with dyed hands

فقلت للزوج لا تغررك حُمرتها

فإنها القفل موضوعٌ على خربه

I said to the groom don’t be fooled by her blushing

It’s just a lock placed on ruin