فديتكَ من ملكٍ يكاتب عبدَهُ
بأحرفه اللاَّتي حكتْها الكواكب
May I be your ransom—what a king, who writes to his servant
with letters that the stars themselves have imitated!
ملكتَ بها رقِّي وأنْحلني الأسى
فها أنا ذا عبدٌ رقيقٌ مكاتب
Through them you took possession of my bondage, while sorrow wasted me away;
and here I stand: a tender, indentured slave.
Sol 5.6