Ibn Amr, the good in you is little.
The suspicion and the conjecture lied about you
Whoever carries you a book
So my writing to you is a long way
And my Messenger is a moment that scratches your words
If there is no messenger for you
Don’t make me miserly
The miserly lover does not deceive me
O Ibn Amr, the goodness in you is little – the poet Al-Buhtari
