أَما تَرى في خَدِّهِ عَقرَباً

لَيسَ لَها في نارِهِ مِن فَرَقْ

Do you not see a scorpion on his cheek

That has no fear of the fire in him

وَعَقرَبٌ قلتم فَلا لامِسٌ

وَقُلتُمُ نَدٌّ فَلِمْ لا اِحتَرَقْ

And you said a scorpion, so no stinger

And you said embers, so why didn't it burn

سَوداءُ في حَمراءَ تَحكي لَنا

بَقِيَّةً مِن لَيلَةٍ في شَفَقْ

Black in red, it tells us

A remainder of a night at dusk