abu amir the one who narrated from him would see the slave girl and could not bear to be away from her and he would be surrounded by grief and worry that would almost bring him to own her even if the thorns of the thorns prevented that. but when he was certain that she would become his his love would turn into aversion and his familiarity would turn into wandering and his anxiety towards her would turn into anxiety from her and his desire for her would turn into a desire for her so he would sell her for the highest prices. this was his habit until he lost as we mentioned tens of thousands of dinars a great number. despite this may god have mercy on him he was one of the people of literature skill intelligence nobility sweetness and ardor along with great honor a magnificent position and wide prestige. as for the beauty of his face and the perfection of his image they are something that borders cannot describe and imaginations are unable to describe the least of it and no one would attempt to describe it. the streets were empty of cars and they would deliberately pass by the door of his house in the poets path that takes from the small river at the door of our house on the eastern side of cordoba to the path connected to the palace of zahra and on this path his house may god have mercy on him was adjacent to us for no reason other than to look from it. and your female slaves died from their love for him and they hung their illusions on him. he was faithful to him but he betrayed them in what they hoped for from him. so they became hostages to decay and loneliness killed them. i know a female slave among them whose name was afraa. i have known her not to conceal her love for him wherever she sat.
ولقد كان أبو عامر المحدث عنه يرى الجارية فلا يصبر عنها، ويحيق به من الاغتمام والهم ما يكاد أن يأتي عليه حتى يملكها، ولو حال دون ذلك شوك القتاد، فإذا أيقن بتصيرها إليه عادت المحبة نفارا، وذلك الأنس شرودا والقلق إليها قلقا منها، ونزاعه نحوها نزاعا عنها، فيبيعها بأوكس الأثمان. هذا كان دأبه حتى أتلف فيما ذكرنا عشرات ألوف الدنانير عددا عظيما. وكان رحمه الله مع هذا من أهل الأدب والحذق والذكاء والنبل والحلاوة والتوقد، مع الشرف العظيم والمنصب الفخم والجاه العريض؛ وأما حسن وجهه وكمال صورته فشيء تقف الحدود عنه وتكل الأوهام عن وصف أقله ولا يتعاطى أحد وصفه. ولقد كانت الشوارع تخلو من السيارة ويتعمدون الخطور على باب داره في الشاعر الآخذ من النهر الصغير على باب دارنا في الجانب الشرقي بقرطبة إلى الدرب المتصل بقصر الزاهرة، وفي هذا الدرب كانت داره رحمه الله ملاصقة لنا، لا لشيء إلا للنظر منه. ولقد مات من محبته جواركن علقن أوهامهن به، ووفي له فخانهن مما أملنه منه، فصرن رهائن البلى وقتلهن الوحدة. وأنا اعرف جارية منهن كانت تسمى عفراء، عهدي بها لا تتستر بمحبته حيثما جلست،