هَويْتُ مَنْ رِيقَتُهُ قَرْقَفٌ

وَما لَهُ في ذَاكَ مِنْ شَارِبِ

I fell for one whose saliva is bitter

And he has no interest in drinking it

قَلنْدَرِيّاً حَلَقُوا حَاجِباً

مِنْهُ كَنُونِ الخَطِّ مِنْ كاتِبِ

With scissors, they shaved his eyebrow

From him sprouted calligraphy lines from a writer

سُلْطَانُ حُسْنٍ زَادَ في عَدْلِهِ

وَاخْتَارَ أَنْ يَبْقَى بِلاَ حَاجِبِ

The sultan of beauty increased his justice

And chose to remain without eyebrow