Except that the lofty has corrupted me over my family
I have risen above the people while busy
I, and concealing her whims, and it has spread,
How ignorance under a garment is beating a drum
And I see all of my family and her family
They would be glad if a part of her rope was pregnant.
And there was no doubt between us in affection
Neither the like of it is to be blamed for evil, nor is the like of me.
Except that my highness has corrupted me over my family – Poet al-Buhturi
