وَلَمّا بَدا خَطٌّ بِخَدِّ مُعَذِّبي

كَظُلمَةِ لَيلٍ في ضِياءِ نَهارِ

When a line appeared on my tormentor's cheek

Like night's darkness amid day's radiance

خَلَعتُ عِذاري في هَواهُ وَلَم أَزَل

خَليعَ عِذارٍ في جَديدِ عِذارِ

I cast off my excuse for loving him and have not ceased

To be a wretch excusing new torment