يا مَن جَنى ذَنباً عَلى ذَنبي

لا تَستَتَر بِالجَحدِ عَن عَتبي

O you who piled sin on my sin

Do not try to hide from my reproach

فَسوقُ ما أَخفَيتَهُ مِنكَ لا

يُنفِقُ فيها سَلعَةَ الكِذبِ

For the market of what you concealed from me

Does not spend the commodity of lies

ما عَجَبي مِنكَ وَمِمّا جَرى

بَل عَجَبي مِن وَجهِكَ الصَلبِ

I am not surprised at you or what happened

Rather, I am surprised at your stiff face