في ذا الزَّمانِ مِن الخِلّانِ أَصدَقُهم

مَنْ وُدُّهُ المِلحُ فَوقَ الجَفنِ قَد ظَهَرا

In this age of insincere friends, the truest of them all

Is he whose love appears openly like salt above the eyelid

إِنْ غِيبَ عَنهُ فَلَم تُوحِشْه غَيبةُ مَنْ

قَد غابَ عَنهُ وَلَم يَأنَس بِمَن حَضَرا

If one who's absent fails to sadden him with his absence

Though absent, yet he shuns the company of those who're present