دفتر ششم - بخش ۱۱۵ - حکایت امرء القیس کی پادشاه عرب بود و به صورت عظیم به جمال بود یوسف وقت خود بود و زنان عرب چون زلیخا مردهٔ او و او شاعر طبع قفا نبک من ذکری حبیب و منزل چون همه زنان او را به جان می‌جستند ای عجب غزل او و نالهٔ او بهر چه بود مگر دانست کی این‌ها همه تمثال صورتی‌اند کی بر تخته‌های خاک نقش کرده‌اند عاقبت این امرء القیس را حالی پیدا شد کی نیم‌شب از ملک و فرزند گریخت و خود را در دلقی پنهان کرد و از آن اقلیم به اقلیم دیگر رفت در طلب آن کس کی از اقلیم منزه است یختص برحمته من یشاء الی آخره / Book Six - Section 115 - The Story of Imra' al-Qais, who was the king of the Arabs, of immense beauty, the Joseph of his time, and the women of the Arabs were dying for him like Zulaikha, and he was a poet by nature [who wrote] 'Halt, let us weep over the memory of a beloved and an abode' (Qifa nabki min dhikra habibin wa manzil). Since all women sought him with their souls, how strange it was what his odes and laments were for! Perhaps he knew that these are all just mere forms painted on the boards of earth. Ultimately, a state came upon this Imra' al-Qais that at midnight he fled from his kingdom and children, hid himself in a dervish cloak, and went from one clime to another in search of Him who is free from any clime, 'He singles out for His mercy whom He wills', and so on to the end.