وَخِلٍّ نَأى عَن صُحبَتي بَعدَ قُربِهِ

وَقَد كُنتُ أَخشى مِن تَقَلُّبِ قَلبِهِ

A friend turned away after being close

Though I had feared his fickle heart's misdeeds

وَأَنكَرَني حَتّى كَأَنِّيَ لَم أَكُن

بِمِروَدِ بَطني كاحِلاً عَينَ صُلبِهِ

He denied knowing me, as if I never was

A comrade, saddening his stern, cold gaze

أَلا لا تَكُن يَوماً بِمَن نِيكَ واثِقاً

فَمَن لَم يَذُد عَن ثَقبِهِ لا تَثِق بِهِ

Oh, never fully trust those who seem so kind

Who doesn't guard his hole, in him, don't confide