ذَا خَطُّ عِذارِ خَدِّكَ الَمنسوخُ
الحُسنُ بِهِ جَميعُهُ مَنسوخُ
Here is the copied script traced by the down upon your cheek;
by it, all beauty is abrogated.
أَسرَفتَ وَزِدتَ في تجَنيِّكَ تُرَى
أَيَّامُ جَفاكَ ما لَها تاريخُ
You have gone too far, and gone still further in wronging me—I wonder:
have the days of your estrangement no date?
Sol 5.6