In this city, it once reached my ears

That a merchant bought a slave

That night, he took hold of an apple

Which had a silver chin and a deceptive mind

Everything the fairy-faced one got hold of

She broke one on the head and mind of the master

Not everywhere you see a captivating line

Can you crave it in a book

He swore by God and the Messenger

That I will no longer circle around idle ones

Departure came to him in that week

With a wounded heart, bandaged head, and a scratched face

As he left Kazeroon a mile or two

He faced a huge rocky terrain

He asked, what is the name of this peak?

That everyone who has lived finds amazing

A fellow traveler from the caravan said

Do you not know the Strait of Turks?

He was offended when he heard the Strait of Turks

As if he saw the face of an enemy

One black man shouted harshly

Do not drive the donkey further, throw down your belongings

Neither reason nor knowledge is worth a grain

If I go to the Strait of Turks again

Bind the infidel's lust

And if you are in love, take the beating and bind your head

When you nurture a slave

Raise him with awe so you can benefit from him

And if his master bites his lip

The brain of the master cooks

A slave should fetch water and lay bricks

A cherished slave should be a boxer

A group sits with a handsome boy

Claiming that they are chaste and discerning

Ask me, the worn out of the days

Who breaks his fast with regret at the table

The sheep eats from that date seed

Which is locked and bound with dates

What is the head of the miller’s cow from?

That its rope is short from sesame