وَأَبثَثتُ عَمراً بَعضَ ما في جَوانِحي

وَجَرَّعتُهُ مِن مُرِّ ما أَتَجَرَّعُ

I confided to someone, for a time, some of my innermost thoughts,

And made him drink deep of the bitter cup I drink.

وَلا بُدَّ مِن شَكوى إِلى ذي حَفيظَةٍ

إِذا جَعَلَت أَسرارُ نَفسي تَطَلَّعُ

But I must complain to one who can keep a secret,

When my innermost self begins to surface.