وَإِذا رَفَعتَ حِجابَكَ المَرفوعَ عَن

عَيني فَمَن لِحِجابِكِ المَستورِ

When you lift your veil that covers

My eyes, who will there be for your modest veil?

فَلَكٌ بِما ساءَ الكَريمَ مُسَمَّرٌ

هُوَ مِنهُ في قَيدٍِ لَهُ مَسمورِ

So blame the noble one for what went wrong,

He is bound by it, for it is his fate.

وَإِذا تَقَطَّعَتِ القَرائِنُ بِالفَتى

أَلقى اليَدَينِ إِلى يَدِ المَقدورِ

And when the signs are cut off from the youth,

He stretches his hands to the hand of destiny.