بِالروحِ فَدَيتُ باخِلاً بالطيفِ

أَودت بي عَينُهُ وَما من حَيفِ

With spirit I ransomed a miser with apparition

His eyes wanted me yet caused no injustice

كَم قُلتُ وَدون لَحظِهِ وَجنَتُه

بالجَنّة فُز تَحتَ ظِلالِ السَيفِ

How often I said, below his gaze I picked his paradise

In heaven I won, under the shadows of the sword