هَلّا أَتَيتَ بِقُمرِيٍّ أُرَبّيهِ

اَو ساقَ حُرٍّ إِذا ما شِئتُ غَناني

Come, my moon-faced beloved, let me care for you

Or lead you like a noble steed when I desire your song

فَلَيسَ لِلبِرِّ وَالتَقوى حَجَجتَ وَلا

مِن خَشيَةِ اللَهِ يا يَحيى بنَ وَردانِ

You speak not of virtue or piety as excuses

Nor fear of God, O Yahya ibn Wardan

كُنتُ الخَبيثَ إِذا شَدّوا مَحامِلَهُم

أَيّامَ مَكَّةَ أَنتَ الفاسِقُ الزاني

When in Mecca you were a vile adulterer

As they tightened their saddle girths around you