لَمْ يَبْقَ عِنْدِي ما يُباعُ بِحَبَّةٍ

وَكَفاكَ مِنِّي مَنْظَرٌ عَنْ مَخْبَرِ

I have nothing left that's worth a single date

Yet my face is water you've preserved from sale

إِلا بَقِيَّةُ ماءِ وَجْهٍ صُنْتُها

عَنْ أَنْ تبُاعَ وَأَينَ أَيْنَ الْمُشْتَرِي

Where, where is the buyer? Enough of me from you