1. When I saw you were no libertine to be feared,
Nor an ascetic to be revered,

2. No pious man takes you as a foe,
No friend sings your praise or cheers.

3. To the slave market I brought you, crying aloud,
"Who bids more for this man I'm selling?"

4. Than for one who betrayed a friend sincere,
Ungrateful for blessings, rebelling.

5. Not one man came, except a lonely soul,
Whose misfortune fulfilling his father's curse,

6. Who offered one dirham, no more, no less,
So without witness I sold you, nervous.

7. Then homeward I walked, safe and secure,
While misfortune befell he who criticized.