How many a glance has brought down its prey—yet the slayer’s hand never grasped a whetted blade; for the only weapon with which she kills is the glance itself. (1)

She appeared, but would not grant a greeting; (2)
to stint on salutations is the habit of the arrogant. (3)

Among his wine-odes (khamriyyāt) is the following (4), in the mujazʾ form of the kāmil metre:

Blend into the beaten silver
a gold whose sheen my tears have burnished;
when the herald of separation proclaimed
the sundering of the one I love and me,
there fluttered before us two suns,
their brilliance filling the two horizons;
and in the goblet there shone for us
its very hue, arrayed in twin robes.

From his poetry that plays on paronomasia (tajnis) (5), in the mujazʾ of the raml metre:

Would that the one who has lingered long in al-Shām
might abide there—and let me abide there too;
would that he counted a return to al-Zawrāʾ
among the recompenses he could bestow;
will Time ever grant me to tread
a soil whose very dust is musk,
so that I—O light of my eye—may behold
a resting-place for me, and you behold it too. (6)

Abu Nasr Muhammad ibn Saʿd Allah (7) ibn Nasr ibn Saʿid ibn al-Dajjaji (8)

He was a handsome shaykh (9), an eloquent Hanbali preacher, a man of virtue, and a consummate poet (10). Among his verse is the following (11), in the rajaz metre: