كَيفَ يَخلو وَما خَلا مِن عَفافٍ

ما خَلَت قَطُّ ريبَةٌ بِعَفيفِ

How can he be blameless when no blameless man

Was ever free from blame in others' eyes?

وَعِتاقُ الأَحبابِ يَشغَلُ عَنهُ

هِمَّةٌ هَمُّها عِناقُ السُيوفِ

The love of comrades fills his mind instead

With thoughts of clasping scimitars, not thighs.