المَجدُ أَوصَى بِأَنّي لا أَصونُ دَمي

لَكِن بِصَونيَ ماءَ الوَجهِ أَوصانا

Glory charged me that I should not spare my blood,

but, in safeguarding the water of the face—honor—it counseled us.

ما كُنتُ مِمَّن يَصونُ النّفسَ مِن تَلَفٍ

بَل كنتُ مِمَّنْ لِماءِ الوَجهِ قَد صانا

I was never one of those who guard the self from ruin;

rather, I was one who had safeguarded the water of the face.