Muntakhab al-tawarikh 44.3.5

44.3.5

They say, thou hast given up writing poems, I reply, yes! perforce; The door of claims and causes is closed. The land is empty—there is no benefactor from whom to hope for favours, nor is there any beauty to love. And the strange thing is that though no one will buy poetry Still in spite of this they appropriate and steal it.