قَد قُلتُ لَمّا مَرَّ بي مُعرِضاً

في قَفَصٍ يَحمِلُ زَرزورا

Once when he passed by with his camel

Carrying a sparrow in a cage

يا ذا الَّذي تَيَّمَني حُبُّهُ

إِن لَم تَزُر حَقّاً فَزُر زورا

I said: O he whose love has left me forlorn

If you do not visit in truth then visit in pretense