لَو كانَ في الدارِ قَرمٌ ذو مُحافَظَةٍ

حامي الحَقيقَةِ ماضٍ خالُهُ أَنَسُ

If only there were in the house a respected elder

Guardian of truth, whose company would bring comfort

إِذاً حَلَلتَ خُبَيبٌ مَنزِلاً فُسِحاً

وَلَم يُشَدَّ عَلَيكَ الكَبلُ وَالحَرَسُ

Then you would have dwelled, my dear, in a spacious abode

And not been shackled by chains and guards

وَلَم يَسُقكَ إِلى التَنعيمِ زِعنِفَةٌ

مِنَ المَعاشِرِ مِمَّن قَد نَفَت عُدُسُ

And not been led to bliss by the rude hands

Of those whose friendship has vanished like mirage

صَبراً خُبَيبُ فَإِنَّ القَتلَ مَكرُمَةٌ

إِلى جِنانِ نَعيمٍ يَرجُعُ النَفَسُ

Have patience, my dear, for death by treachery

Is but a passage to the Gardens of Heavenly bliss

دَلّوكَ غَدراً وَهُم فيها أُلو خُلُفٍ

وَأَنتَ ضَيمٌ لَها في الدارِ مُحتَبَسُ

They lured you by deceit, themselves steeped in dishonor

While you are wronged, imprisoned in this house