أَخٌ لِيَ صافي الوُدِّ مِن كَدَرِ الغَدرِ

نَقِيُّ حَواشي الخُلقِ مِن دَنَسِ الكِبرِ

I have a brother whose affection is pure of treachery’s murk,

the very borders of his character clean of pride’s stain.

يَذوقُ مَعي حُلوَ الزَمانِ وَمَرَّهُ

وَيَسري مَعي في السَهلِ مِنهُ وَفي الوَعرِ

He tastes with me time’s sweetness and its bitterness,

and journeys by night with me across its level ground and through the rugged.

إِذا ما أَراني وَجهُ جَدواهُ لَم أَزَل

أُنَقِّطُهُ ما بَينَ عَينَيهِ بِالشُكرِ

Whenever the face of his bounty shows itself to me, I never cease

marking it between the eyes with gratitude.