من ذا عذيريَ من قومٍ أذاقَهم

ضغنُ العداوةِ حتّى ما لها عَلَمُ

Who can blame me for a people who tasted

The bitterness of enmity, to the point it had no end

مُكَتَّمٌ كلُّ ما بيني وبينهمُ

وَلَيسَ كلُّ الّذي نأباه ينكتمُ

All that's between me and them is concealed

Not all that we refuse can be concealed

وقد رضيتُ اِتقاءً أنْ أكاشِحها

أن يظلمونِيَ أحياناً فأنظلمُ

I have accepted, as precaution, to contend with it

Lest they wrong me sometimes, so I wrong them