جَفاني النُمَيرِيُّ فيمَن جَفا

وَما كانَ إِلّا كَمَن قَد سَرى

The Numairi treated me harshly among those who were harsh

Yet he was no different from one who had turned away

وَيَزعَمُ أَنّي لَهُ حافِظٌ

وَأَينَ خَليلٌ تَراهُ وَفى

And claims that I am his protector

But where is the friend you see who was loyal?

وَما لِيَ مِنهُ سِوى الاِعتِذا

رِ نَصيبٌ وَسائِرُهُ لِلعِدا

I have nothing from him except taking precautions

My share being good advice, and the rest being for enemies

وَما جَمَعَ اللَهُ حُبَّ اِمرِئٍ

وَحُبَّكَ أَعدائَهُ في حَشا

God does not combine the love of a person

And love for his enemies in one heart

بِأَيِّ سَلامٍ تُلاقي العَدُوَّ

وَسَيفُكَ في كَفِّهِ مُنتَضى

With what peace does one meet the enemy

While your sword is drawn in his hand?