1. To you, O Abu Ishaq, I complain of Huwija
Whom the passage of time gives hope, and is hoped for,

2. I was stingy with her towards any ear other than yours, twisting
The steps of the hearing of the world and covering a rugged path,

3. And the yellow gold is not equal in color and value
To my lead-colored complexion and motley patches.

4. And I craved nothing but a young camel, sure-footed,
Firm for one who hopes, and key to one who hopes,

5. She released her bridle from meeting the stingy,
To one generous whom an aspirant hopes will have an aspiring face,

6. And she has no will in what she owns,
So muzzle her away from what is other than Him and release her.