مَن صَدَقَ الحُبَّ لِأَحبابِهِ

فَإِنَّ حُبَّ ابنِ عُزَيزٍ غُرور

He who is true in his love for his loved ones

The love of Ibn Uzayz is but illusion

أَنساهُ عَبّادَةَ ذاتَ الهَوى

وَأَذهَبَ الحُبَّ الَّذي في الضَمير

It made him forget the worship of his passionate love

And took away the love that was in his conscience

خَمسونَ أَلفاً كُلُّها راجِحٌ

حُسناً لَها في كُلِّ كيسٍ صَرير

Fifty thousand, all of them weighty

With the tinkling of coins, beauty is hers in every purse