أَظَلُّ كَئيباً لَو تَشوكُكَ شَوكَةٌ

وَتَفرَحُ لَو دُهدِهتُ مِن رأسِ حالِقِ

I remain morose though a thorn pricks your foot

And I rejoice if the hairdresser shaves your head

لَشتّانَ ما بَيني وَبَينِكَ في الإِخا

صَدَقتُكَ في نَفسي وَلَستَ بِصادِقِ

How different I am from you in camaraderie

I deemed you true in myself though you were not truthful

أَفِق عَنكَ لا يَذهَب بِكَ التّيهُ سالِماً

فَإِنَّكَ مَخلوقٌ وَلَستَ بِخالِقِ

Awake from your slumber, confusion will not let you go unharmed

For you are a creation, not the Creator

وَكُلُّ أَخٍ عِندَ الهوَينا مُلاطِفٌ

وَلَكِنَّما الاخوان عِندَ الحَقائِقِ

And every brother is amiable to us when infatuated

But brothers are known in truth and verity