وَباخِلٍ قَدَّمَ لي شَمعَةً
وَحالُهُ أَحرَقُ مِن حالِها
Many a miser presented me with a candle,
his plight more searing than hers.
فَما جَرَت مِن عَينِها دَمعَةٌ
إِلّا وَمِن عَينَيهِ أَمثالُها
Not a tear ran from her eye
but many like it flowed from both of his.
Sol 5.6