مُتظلِّماً فيهِم وكَم

مُتظلِّمٍ ويكونُ أظلَم

Wronging them, though how many have wronged me,

And were more unjust;

أنا باذِلٌ ما قلتُ فِي

هِم مادِحاً ما لَستُ أعلَم

I praise what I know not in them,

Going to extremes in deceit through my words—

متناهِياً في الزور من

قَولي وليتَ الزُورَ يُفهَم

Would that deceit could be understood!

As if they are moulded to one character,

فكأنَّهم طُبِعُوا عَلى

خُلُقٍ سَواءٍ يا ابن يَغنَم

O son of gain.

You alone saved yourself with your soul;

ونَجوتَ مُنفرداً بنَف

سِكَ لا تُلامُ ولا تُذمَّم

You are blamed not, nor accused.

So be safe! For I wonder

فاسلَم فإنِّي قَد عجِب

تُ بأن تكونَ بذاكَ مُسلم

That you should be resigned to that.