عُذَيرِيَ مِن دَهرٍ مُوارٍ مُوارِبٍ

عُذَيرِيَ مِن دَهرٍ مُوارٍ مُوارِبٍ

لَهُ حَسَناتٌ كُلُّهُنَّ ذَنوبُ

لَهُ حَسَناتٌ كُلُّهُنَّ ذَنوبُ

Who will vindicate me against a dissembling, deceitful age,

My friend, my faults are many, though my virtues few

Whose good deeds are all sins?

The days and nights betray me, though I seek virtue true