وَقَفت لَها كيما تمرُّ لعلني

أخالِسها التَسليم إن لَم تُسَلِّم

I stood before her that she might pass; perchance

I might make her a Moslem if she did not speak.

وَلما رَأَتني وَالوُشاة تحدرت

مَدامِعَها خوفاً وَلم تَتَكَلَّم

When she saw me with the escort drawing near,

Her tears flowed for fear, but no word did she utter.

مَساكين أهل العِشق ما كُنت أشتَري

جَميع حَياة العاشِقينَ بِدرهم

Wretched the victims of love! I would not buy

The lives of all lovers for a single drachm.