Sol 5.6

  1. I once said to al-Mas‘ud, about a spinster—

    a hideous one, though he spends his days besotted with her:

  2. The woman you have called a beloved

    is no Asma’, nor even her peer.

  3. She is none but Umm Bani Wasil,

    a sow—you have demeaned yourself by loving her.

  4. At her singing, limpid wine itself turns turbid,

    and the strings recoil from her playing.

  5. The foreign wench was not gifted by nature;

    rather, a seal had been stamped upon her heart.

Sol 5.6