VERSES
ADDRESSED TO HIS MISTRESS, WHO HAD FOUND FAULT WITH HIM FOR PROFUSION.
BY ABU TEMAN HABIB.
UNGENEROUS and mistaken maid,
To scorn me thus because I'm poor
Canst thou a liberal hand upbraid,
For dealing round some worthless ore?
To spare's the wish of little souls;
The great but gather to bestow:
Yon current don the mountain rolls,
And stagnates in the swamp belay.