وَمُسْتَترٍ مِنْ سَنَا وَجْهِهِ

بِشَمْسٍ لَهَا ذَلِكَ الصُّدْغُ فيْ

With a face made youthful by the veil pulled over it

By a sun whose light shines from that cheek

كَوَى القَلْبَ مِنِّي بِلامِ العِذا

رِ فَعَرَّفني أَنَّها لامُ كَيْ

It seared my heart with the branding-iron of blame

Making me know it was the iron of steadfastness