وَإِنّي حَنى ظَهري خُطوبٌ تَتابَعَت

فَمَشيِيَ ضَعيفٌ في الرِجالِ دَبيبُ

And my back is bent by sorrows following each other,

So my walk is feeble among able men.

إِذا قالَ صَحبي يا رَبيعُ أَلا تَرى

أَرى الشَخصَ كَالشَخصَينِ وَهوَ قَريبُ

When my friends say: "O Rabee'! Do you not see?"

I see one man as two though he be near.