كم صاحب لوفد رحولك تدور رحاه

سوّاك مثل الطحين وعلك برحاه

How many a companion, if he turned away from you, you would wander to find him

None is like you, who is like flour, sticking with him through sickness and health

يبدي المودة ويخفي بالحشى برحاه

بالوجه مثل المراه وفي القفا مسحاه

He shows affection yet hides malice in his inner self

His face is like a mirror while his back is wiped clean