أخٌ لي أمَّا خَلْقُهُ فُمطَهَّمٌ

جَميلٌ وأمّا خُلْقُهُ فَقَبيحُ

I have a brother, though his manner is fierce

He is handsome, yet his character is ugly

لهُ أسهمٌ قد راشَها بجَفائهِ

وقَلبي مِن تِلكَ السِّهامِ جَريحُ

He has arrows which he has feathered with his disdain

And my heart is wounded by those arrows

مواعِيدُه رِيحٌ ولا خيرَ في فتىً

مواعيدُهُ عِندَ الحقائقِ رِيحُ

His promises are but wind, and no good comes from a youth

Whose promises in the face of facts, are but wind