يا مَنْ يلومُ على ضَنِّي بخُلُّتِهِ

حَسبي مِنَ الدَّهرِ خِلٌّ مِثلُهُ وكَفى

O you who blame me for being miserly,

It is enough for me that time has a friend like it, and enough,

خِلٌّ ظريفٌ أديبٌ لا نظيرَ لَهُ

إنِّي أخافُ على وُدِّي لَهُ وَكَفا

An elegant, cultured friend, who has no equal,

I fear for my love for it, and enough.