أَدِر كَأسَ هَجرِكَ عَنهُ فَقَد

سَقاهُ بِها السُخطُ حَتّى سَكِر

Turn away your cup of estrangement from him, for

Anger has already made him drink from it until drunk,

وَلا تَترُكِ العَتبَ خَصماً لَهُ

فَقَد رَقَّ في يَدِهِ وَاِنكَسَر

And do not leave reproach to be his adversary,

For it has gone soft in his hand and broken,

فَما هُوَ أَوَّلُ عَبدٍ جَنى

وَلا أَنتَ أَوَّلُ مَولىً غَفَر

He is not the first slave to reap

Nor you the first lord to pardon.