When the era of caliphate reached Ma'mun

He bought a moon-faced کنیزک (female slave/attendant).

With a face like the sun, a body like a rosebush

And a mind that rivals the wise.

She had dipped her hands in the blood of loved ones

Turning her fingertips the color of jujube (reddish-brown).

Henna on her ascetic-deceiving eyebrows

Was like a rainbow upon the sun.

In the private night of that nymph-born beauty

Perhaps she did not give her body into Ma'mun's embrace.

A great fire of anger ignited in him

He wanted to split her head like Gemini in two.

She said, 'Here is my head, ready for the sharp sword'

'Strike, and do not toy with me.'

He said, 'Why has grief come to your heart?'

'What trait of mine has become displeasing to you?'

She said, 'Whether you kill me or split my head'

'I am in pain from the smell of your mouth.'

The arrow of battle and the sword of oppression kill

At once, but the smell of the mouth kills constantly.'

The fortunate lord heard this speech

He became fiercely agitated and greatly offended.