إِنَّ النِساءَ مُضيئاتٌ ظَواهِرُها

لَكِن بَواطِنُها ظُلمٌ وَإِظلامُ

Women are bright outwardly

But inwardly they're darkness and gloom

كَالدَهرِ في صَرفِهِ سِقمٌ وَعافِيَةٌ

وَكَالزَمانِ لَهُ بُؤسٌ وَإِنعامُ

Like time in its changes, sickness and health

And life with its sorrow and boom