ما تصنعون بفانٍ مات أكثره

وجف من عوده المنآد أنضره

What will you do with a self that has died, most of it

And its light has dried from its wet branches

إذا نظرت إلى كدى شبيبته

أعطاك كنز عظاتٍ فيه منظره

If you look at the affliction of its youth

It gives you a treasure chest of lessons in which you see it

كأنه جثةٌ لم تلف دافنها

أو أنه جدثٌ يمشي وتنكرة

It's like a corpse not shrouded by its burier

Or like a grave that walks with a disguise

فاعذر أخاك ولا تنكر تخلفه

لا يعرف الجرح إلا حين تسبره

So excuse your brother and do not deny his delay

A wound is not known until you uncover it

نعام عين شقيق النفس لو نصرت

أخاك حالٌ ولكن ليس تنصره

Blinding the eye of the soul's twin if you support

Your brother sometimes but do not actually support him