وأَخٍ جَفا ظُلْماً ومَلَّ وطالَما

فُقْنا الأَنامَ مَوَدَّةً ونِداما

A brother was unjust and turned away, after our love was long and true,

Yet I make no reproach. Men may change - 'tis folly to be always blue.

فَسَلَوْتُ عَنْهُ وقُلْتُ لَيْسَ بِمُنْكَرٍ

لِلدَّهْرِ أَنْ جَعَلَ الكِرامَ لِئاما

Wine that was purest sap of the vine grows sharp and bitter brew;

Cups that were filled with honey and balm are drained and dregs remain in view.

فَالخَمْرُ وهي الرَّاحُ رُبَّتَما غَدَتْ

خَلاًّ وكَانَتْ قَبْلَ ذَاكَ مُداما