جعلَ اللَّهُ رزقَ كُلِّ عدوٍّ

لي بكفٍّ لبعضِ مَن لا أُسمِّي

May God make the livelihood of every enemy

In the palm of one I will not name,

كفِّ مَن لا يهزُّ عِطفيهِ يوماً

لمديحٍ ولا يُبالي بذمِّ

The palm of one who never wavers to praise me

And cares not for blame,

يتلقَّى الرجاءَ منهُ بوجهٍ

راشحِ الخدِّ والجبينِ بسُمِّ

Who looks to me with hope

With a smiling face and bright brow,

جئتُه زائراً فما زالَ يَشكُو

ليَ حتّى حسبتُه سيُدمِّي

I visited him, still he complained to me

Till I thought he would make me cry.

أَلفَ اللُّؤمَ فيه من كلِّ طرفٍ

مُعرِقاً فيهِ بَينَ خالٍ وعَمِّ

Misery found him from every side,

Tormenting him between an uncle and a cousin.

قد نَهاني النَّصيحُ عنهُ مراراً

بأبي أَنتَ مِن نصيحٍ وأُمِّي

Good advice has warned me against him many times:

"By my father and mother, you are sincere and wise."