فَإِن تَسأَلاني فيمَ حُزني فَإِنَّهُ

لِشَخصٍ ثَوى بَينَ القُبورِ فَقَيِّدِ

If you ask me why I grieve, it is for one

Who lies buried among the tombs, in chains,

وَما كُنتُ أَخشى أَن تُحَوِّلَ نَظرَتي

إِلى شامِتٍ مِن غابِطٍ وَحَسودِ

And I had feared lest your gaze would turn

To a gloating rival or envious foe.