فارَقَتني ذخيرةٌ من عَقارٍ
ذكرتني تفرّقَ الأحبابِ
A reserve of landed wealth has left me,
A store of fragrant herbs has left me
reminding me of the parting of loved ones.
Reminding me of friends now gone
وسواء بَيْعٌ الرِّقَاب من المالِ
إذا بعتها وضروبُ الرِّقَابِ
And selling the very substance of one’s wealth is all the same—
Whether money buys men’s lives or merely
once it is sold—as blows struck upon the neck.
Their bodies, it makes slaves of lives.
Sol 5.6